To Arianne Martell

You come to, two men in yellow Dornish robes are on horseback, you're laid on your back behind one of the men. They stop at the entrance to one of the largest inns in the city and carry you inside. The entire inn is occupied with Arianne Martell's host. You didn't know it, but she frequents the capital city and enjoys the various services offered. One such being Littlefinger's brothel. She enjoys taking friends there, but when she takes a behemoth like Joren, she always feels bad for nearly killing the girls.

They drop you on a sofa adjacent from the Dornish woman writing at her desk. "Thank you boys, take leave." She closes the book she's writing in and sits down next to you. "How do you fair?"

You struggle to talk, your throat very sore, like much of your body. "I hurt all over m'lady." She lowers her gaze. "Yes I figure. Don't worry, your legs will return in time. I couldn't help but feel guilty about Joren's performance."

Now you finally feel able to talk to someone. "M'lady. If you will." She nodded. "I was falsly accused of **** and given over to Lord Baelish as a ****. He then told me he'd kill me if I fail to work. You have saved my life and I'm eternally in your debt."

Arianne smiled. "I'm glad you know your place, Diana, because I wasn't freeing you anyway. Do you know who I am?" Of course you did. She was Dornish nobility. You used to be Dornish.

"Yes M'lady Arianne of house Martell."

"Have you been to Dorne, Diana?"

"More than you know m'lady."

Arianne didn't read into it. "At any rate, you're my personal maid from now on, soon as you can walk, that is."

Well, it was better than sex slavery til ****.

"Thank you m'lady. You honor me with your gift of servitude."

"Oh drop the formalities, Diana. You'll absolutely drive me mad. You only need to call me my lady in others' presence."

You nod. "Of course."

"Fortunately, we're leaving the city come dawn so you can leave these memories behind."