A Dornish blessing

You wake to a kick in the ribs from Littlefinger. "Oh, Dee. You broke on the first day. I can't have that. Can you even walk?"

You twist your lower half and hang your legs off the bed. As you push off and try to stand on them you collapse once again. "Fuck!" You say in desperation. You know what's going to happen.

"I have ****. Broken property is useless." He grabs you by the hair and drags you across the room toward the door. "Please! Please m'lord, don't kill me!" You're crying hysterically. You hear a familiar exotic voice. "Wait!"

Littlefinger stops. "Yes m'lady?"

The woman steps out of the dark corner. "I'll take her off your hands if it means she doesn't die." A beam of hope and relief washes over you.

"She's not for sale m'lady. She's useless. I have plenty of other stock you could purchase."

"No. I want this one. I've taken a shine to her."

Littlefinger sighs angrily. "Of course m'lady. I'll have her cleaned and your men can deliver her."

She nods, very good, thank you. She throws a bag of coin to him and he drops you face first on the floor to catch it.

You find yourself being carried by Bessie and you fade to black again. Waking up once more, she's drying you off. "I don't know how, but you're getting out of here. Must be nice. You've got some luck, Diana." You laugh internally. 'Not much'.