Tyene stood outside the stables. She peaked in, taking a while to admire her father's squire, Daven Lannister. He had been sent to be fostered by the Martells as a peace offering by Lord Tywin. Daven was quite handsome and muscular. As soon as he had arrived as Sunspear Tyene had fallen head over heels for him. Of course she wasn't the only one. Daven had been beset by so many women that Tyene hadn't had the opportunity to introduce herself to him. Now she might that opportunity.

Tyene silently slipped into the stables. Daven was too preoccupied with packing her father's saddle bags to hear her. Tyene cleared her throat. "Hello Tyene," said Daven.

Tyene blushed. "You know my name?"

"Yes," said Daven. "You are Prince Oberyn's daughter."

Daven went back to packing. Tyene desperately thought of something to say. After a while she spoke. "You know he blames you for her death."

Daven dropped the saddle bags. "Who's death?"

"Elia's," said Tyene. "He blames you for Elia's death. Though not personally. He blames House Lannister for what the Mountain did, and you are a Lannister."

"I see," said Daven, who went to pick up the saddle bags.

Tyene moved in closer to Daven. "I don't blame you for her death."

"That's...good," said Daven. He was visibly shaking. Tyene realized that he might be uncomfortable. She decided to change the subject. She looked around and noticed that he was carrying a pair of her father's spurs.

"Did you know you can kill someone with a pair of spurs?" said Tyene.

Daven turned a pale white. "I did not." He backed away from Tyene, who responded by moving closer.

"It's easy," said Tyene. "You simply need some poison."

"Is poison common in Dorne?" By now Daven was backed up against a wall.

"No more so than in any of the other Seven Kingdoms, you just need to know where to look." Tyene put her hand on Daven's arm. "There are many common plants and flowers that contain the deadliest of poisons. Though the Dorne is home to some of the deadlier serpents in Westeros. Have you seen a sand viper?"

"No," said Daven. "Not that I wish to."

"Oh." Tyene frowned. "Well, once you have your poison, you have to smear it over the spurs. Make sure to sharpen the spurs first, that way they will break the horse's skin. When that happens, the poison will kill the horse and leave it's rider stranded in the desert."

"I see," said Daven. "That sounds like a painful death."

"I know." Tyene smiled. "It's quite horrible and it can take days."

Daven squirmed. "Where did a lady like yourself learn how to kill this way?"

"My father showed me," said Tyene. "He taught all about the art of poisons."

"The same father who blames me for his sister's death?" said Daven.

"I only have one father," said Tyene.

"True," said Daven.

"My father taught me how to kill with one's fingers." Tyene ran her hand up Daven's arm. "If you rub poison on your nails, all you need to do is scratch them and they're dead. The women of Lys often use this to-"

"This is an interesting talk, but I must leave." Daven broke out of Tyene grasp. "I have business with Prince Doran."

"I am so sorry," said Tyene. "Don't let me keep you."

"Yes, well I might already be late," said Daven.

"Well, I'll see you around," said Tyene.

"Mayhaps." Daven ran out of the stables as fast as he could. Something told Tyene that things had not gone well.