Tyene and her half-sister Obara stand on your left and right, observing Prince Oberyn and his paramour, Ellaria Sand. They appear disgruntled, particularly Ellaria, who glares at the woman standing before them. Oberyn has been given the gift of a courtesan— you, the daughter of a pillow house madam.

"Your Highness, I present to you this gift in hopes that House Martell and House Yronwood can be in good graces again," your madam, Lysa, bows her head, gesturing towards you. A sarcastic smile from Prince Oberyn hints that the madam may have messed up.

"And the girl," Oberyn gestures towards you. "What is her purpose?"

The madam bows her head deeper, saying, "This is my daughter, who wishes to serve your grace and his paramour with her body and skills."

"Hmm," he hums, stepping forward. "Willingly? Because from what I see, she does not seem very happy to be here."

"Oh no, your highness," the madam smiles, "My girl is very skilled in bed and very loyal to House Yronwood. It is an honor to serve your grace."

Tyene and her older sister Obara exchange knowing glances at your side—not willingly, it seems.

Oberyn's lips form a thin line as he approaches, scrutinizing you closely. You meet his dark gaze, attempting to seem brave.

"Leave us," he snaps, turning back to the women in front of him. "Tyene, stay, please," he adds in a softer tone before the blonde could leave.

The room empties quickly, leaving only Prince Oberyn, Tyene, and Ellaria. The Prince looks back at you, his eyes raking over your form. "You will be assisted by my daughter; no one here will touch you."

Tyene returns to your side and gestures to the door. "Let's go." It's direct and curt—she didn't know what to make of you yet.