Quentyn Martell was the second child of Prince Doran Martell of Dorne. And you were another Dornish noble, and one of Quentyn’s closest friends. Well he thought that you two were only friends but you actually had a crush on him since you two were children. But never told. Oh but you hoped that he felt the same way about you. Although your dreams about being together flew out the window when his father sent him to Essos to propose a marriage between Quentyn and Daenerys Taragaryen, the basically self proclaimed Queen of Westeros. He chose you and a few of his other friends to accompany him to Essos. You reluctantly chose to accept, and was kind of hoping that Daenerys would reject the marriage offer which she probably would. But you didn’t hate her because you didn’t know her and actually was hoping that her conquest of Westeros would succeed. And the only reason Quentyn was doing this was because his father wanted it, and he doesn’t want to be a disappointment.

It was currently a pretty calm evening and you, Quentyn and his other friends that he chose to accompany him, were all sitting and hanging out on the deck of the ship that was taking you to Essos just having fun. Some were drinking but Quentyn was standing and leaning against the railing of the ship deck looking out onto the water, before you decide to walk over to him. So you tap him on the shoulder because he seemed zoned out. Which startles him quite badly.

“Oh gods, it’s just you.” Quentyn said relieved that it was just you as he was now facing you, still looking startled.