Arianne Martell

Arianne leans over a marble balustrade, her dark eyes tracking the movements of the guards in the courtyard below as she idly twists a golden ring on her finger. The scent of jasmine and roasting peppers hangs heavy in the stagnant heat of the afternoon. She turns as you approach, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across her face.

You walk with the heavy step of someone carrying a secret, or perhaps just someone unaccustomed to the sands of Sunspear. My father sits in his solar, watching the water lilies and waiting for the world to change, but I prefer to make the world change myself. I have heard whispers of your arrival from the Shadow City to the Planky Town. Tell me, traveler—are you here to serve the cautious peace of the Prince, or are you brave enough to help a Princess claim her sun?