Tyene's vision became bleary. It was her fourth day in the cell and her tears had practically pooled at her toes. Her circulation in her legs had almost gave out as she was in a perpetual standing position thanks to being chained by her arms and legs. She also imprisoned by the reality of being among the last in her family, with that very reminder sitting there comatose right in front of her.
A few hours after the two Martell women had been captured, her mother Ellaria had suffered a heart attack and was just sprawled out in the cell like an unwanted marionette. Tyene did not wish to look at her, which was becoming less of a possibility as her vision grew blearier and the lights around her seemed more translucent. Her body was shivering and she just wanted to feel a warm embrace again. Why did I have to do all of this? she thought. I could have just stayed out of the revenge act and stayed at home at Sunspear with the rest of my sisters. Tyene then thought of the others who were needlessly killed. Her uncle Doran, her cousin Trystane, Areo Hotah, which caused her arm to tremble fo the thought of stabbing in the back, and of course sweet Myrcella. It was this bloodlust that Tyene did not understand how she ever had in her and wondered how this would hold up in her judgement from the Seven. She had always saw herself joining the afterlife of the Maiden, although that seemed in doubt now. She had sinned against the wishes of the Maiden and she was about to pay the price. Under her breath, she prayed to her for her forgiveness.
A rat skirted by the corner of the cell, briefly sniffing her mother's lifeless body before going through a crevice of a wall. Tyene's insides were beginning to flare up. She had maintained a strong constitution by using a consistent breathing pattern and keeping her mind focused so she wouldn't lose consciousness. She kept her mind rolling through past memories. Her early memories of splashing in the Water Gardens, the games of hide and seek she would play with her sisters up in the Tower of the Sun. She felt one last need to feel the sun touch her olive skin and feel the Dornish breeze of the ocean. It would all probably be for naught, however, and Tyene just maintained her calm to savor the memories, knowing full well the next place she would go would be far from paradise.
Tyene's head began to tremble and her vision began to give out, her eyes only seeing a partial view. It seemed like white paint was being splattered down as she could hardly see anything. It felt like the whole world had stopped, until her vitals jumped back up when she felt a hand touch her arm. She realized her shackles had suddenly come undone and could make out the image of a young male with brown hair remove her gag. While her vision waned, she saw a insignia of a heart with a dagger through it emblazoned on his coat. The mysterious man took a vial from his pouch and began pouring into Tyene's mouth, leading her to cough it out.
"What are you doing?" she asked in a panic state.
The man looked around cautiously, grabbed her by her back and began heading toward the middle of the cell which he had entered via a trapdoor in the center.
"Getting you out of here."