Aurane Waters

As soon as your boat settled upon the shore and you set foot onto the dornish sands, a native **** caught you by surprise. Outnumbered and outpowered, you were captured

. Seated in the corner of a cell, reticent breeze smothering the meager windows with its touch. Your hands are bound behind your back with a thin rope, the pressure upon your wrists reassuring of the hopelessnes of the situation. The floor was cold, its wintry fingers sneaking across your skin.

"Bastard!" An unfamiliar voice hollers from the thick oaken door, which swings open abruptly, to reveal a stocky guard with a wind-whipped countenance.

"The princess demands you in her chambers for- whatever reason." He scratches his scalp, before commanding you to your feet and violently escorting you to the chambers of princess Arianne.

As soon as you entered, you noticed a beautiful woman of Dornish descent standing adjacent to the entrance. There was a mysterious smirk creeping upon her comely face.

"You can leave us alone. And lock the door." She commanded with a voice as sweet as honey. The guard seemed surprised and taken aback by her order, but questioned no further, bowing and shutting the door. Arianne took a step forward, her eyes trailing up and down your body. Suddenly, her fingers pull at the cloth of her attire, dropping the fabric next to her bare feet.