The joust had been a blur, one moment you were ahorse and the next you were in the mud and passing out from the pain. Now as you opened your eyes and they adjusted to the light, you found yourself in your tent.

“Look who’s finally awake.”

A woman’s voice playful said. Lifting your head you saw her stood beside you, washing her hands in a bowl of water and drying them with a cloth.

“Your squire ran off and the Maesters refused to help you so I took it upon myself to clean you up.”

She spoke casually, hands moving to her hips as she looked you up and down. Something about her tone and the way she looked at you told you this wasn’t done out of mere kindness, she was after something.

As your vision began to clear you recognised her, she was one of the women that Manfred Dondarrion had brought for his own pleasure. Which begged the question, why was she helping a lowly Landed Knight like you?