I don't quite remember what exactly happened. I went to bed in my normal clothes still with my phone and gun on me, quite exhausted and I woke up somewhere that definitely did not feel like my bed.
I could feel wind and rays of the sun, and I kept my eyes shut, slightly dizzy.
"What the hell?" I heard someone say.
"Is she alive?" another voice asked. I heard something that resembled what the drawing of a sword would be.
My fear of these voices and the swords overpowered my dizziness, and I forced myself to sit up, bracing myself on something and opened my eyes. I was in a forest, and I was leaning on a tree. I scanned around looking at the forest. I lived by forests but I didn't recognize this one. I saw two men running towards me, both had swords drawn.
"Is she from Dorne?" I heard one ask the other.
"Look at her, she is highborn, but if she was from Dorne I would know her." The other man replied heavily accented.
Both were very built and slim, dressed in armour quite realistically. Were they part of a film? I didn't see any cameras. So why the fuck were they dressed like that? Did they have swords? And where is Dorne?
"Who are you?" I saw up close the other man had only one hand; the other was made of gold and silver alloys it seemed.
"Why the hell do both of you have swords? This isn't medieval times." I answered back, still slightly dizzy, but more aware and terrified.
They both looked at me, extremely confused.
"Are you hurt? Can you stand?" Said the accented one.
I was feeling kind of better at this point, so I stood up. Neither of them had tried to hurt me yet, so I was slightly reassured.
"My name is Ariana..." I hesitated giving them my last name. "Sanders. Ariana Sanders." I said, addressing the one handed man.
"I am Prince Oberyn Martell, and my companion here is Ser Jaime Lannister." Oberyn greeted me. He said it as if I should have known who they both were, but neither of those names sounded even vaguely familiar.
Then he did something weird where he kissed my hand. Jaime did the same after and neither of them took their eyes off me while they did it.
"You do not know us," Jaime remarked.
"No." I kept that answer short.
"Where am I?" I decided to cut right to the chase.
"You are right outside King's Landing." Jaime answered.
I've never heard of a King's Landing before.
"Tell me, princess, where are you from? I believe I would have known you and your family had you lived near Dorne? And the garments you wear are not those of a princess." Oberyn swirled some of his letters.
"I'm not a princess." I stated.
"And my clothes are pretty normal. I'm from Vancouver. It's getting pretty cold there this time of year."
Again they looked like I had no sense. I suppose it was because I had brown skin yet I told them I came from a cold place. But immigration was fairly common, there were many people with backgrounds moving to different climates.
It struck me then that even in the shade of the forest, it was really hot, and once I got out I had a feeling it would be worse.
"You've have to have heard of Canada? Don't be ridiculous now, it's the second biggest country in the world. Maple syrup, hockey, etcetera."
"I have not heard of such a place, or such things." Jaime looked to Oberyn, but he didn't know either.
I decided that if waking up in a forest didn't set off any alarm bells, the two men dressed in armour who didn't know of Canada did.
"Let us take you back to the palace. We could help you find your way back to this Canada you speak of." Oberyn reached for my hand.
I didn't know anything about my surroundings and this terrified me more than being with two strangers so after an internal debate I decided to head with them.
They led me a short distance to where there were two horses. Both were riding bare back, which I didn't really mind. Jaime's horse was bigger, so I got on to the back of his.
"You might want to hold onto my waist, Dare likes going fast." I nodded and wrapped my arms around him.
We got into a city, and it looked really primitive, like a kind that WOULD be built in medieval times. I could see that I definitely looked out of place, from the locals. For one, most of them were white, and had various states of dirt on themselves. These people were clearly poor, and I looked like a princess because I was cleaner. Every girl wore dresses as well, and my clothes again looked like they didn't belong in the century.
We got to the palace fairly quickly. Oberyn and Jaime leapt off their horses and offered their hand trying to help me. I declined, and swung myself off without much difficulty. There was more of a drop as I was only 5"3 and I stumbled just a bit. Oberyn quickly grabbed my sides to steady me.
As I was about to thank him, another man burst through the doors that lead inside, looking worried. He was a midget.
"Jaime," the midget said, " Our father is enraged about your disappearance. He demands to know why you've stayed so long."
"Our "Canadian" here, Ariana. We found her in the forest on the way back."
"Oh hello, m'lady. I apologize for your having to be in the company of my brother." Tyrion quickly bowed and in respect and smiled laughing a bit.
"'M'lady? Just Ariana, please. It's nice to meet you Tyrion." I respectively said.
"What do you mean you're a Canadian? " Tyrion asked me with small curiosity. "Is that what they call you where you're from?"
I nodded. "You seem smart, Tyrion."
"Not difficult when Jaime is in the room." Tyrion jabbed playfully.
"I suspect Tywin will want to interrogate her." Oberyn spoke up. He didn't sound happy about it.
"Unfortunately, I don't see a way we could hide you without someone finding out." Said Jaime.
"It's ok. I'll see Tywin. Who is he?"
"Their father. The King's hand." Oberyn said. His face looked like he tasted something sour.
"I'm guessing that you don't like him. And that he's some rich and powerful guy."
"You guess correct."
"Let's go meet him then."
He offered his arm and I hesitated again before taking it. Customs were odd here, I felt like I was thrown back into a history textbook.
We walked through a series of corridors into a large room which I guessing must be his room. There was a golden lion on a wall, along with crossbows and other things I didn't bother to look at.
"You were out late for a whore?" Came the cold voice of a man who looked a lot like an older version of Jaime.
I was about to rebut, and I could already tell that we was an asshole but the others beat him to it.
"She's not a whore!" All three men said togther.
"Well then who is she? She one of yours?" He said to Oberyn.
"I am no one's." I interjected.
"My name is Ariana. I'm not from here. Or where he's from either. I'm from Vancouver, in Canada. But I don't believe you know where that is, judging on Jaime and Oberyn's response to telling them the same thing."
"What do you want?" Tywin Lannister sneered at me.
"I want to go home." I answered simply."But I honestly have no idea where I am, or how to get home, so it looks like that's not happening very soon. And according to your sons and Oberyn, you are likely the most powerful man here. So, let's talk."
