Arys found that the hand not holding the reins slid very easily over the silk of her dress. Especially when she turned like that. And he found she was well made beneath the travelling outfit. Rough silk was popular in Dorne and he liked the feel of it. He imagined he would like the feel of her skin even better and he kept her even closer. The feel of her breath on his neck was distracting and he felt she had potential. One of those maidens you could make squirm and beg for more instead of squealing for relief.
"Maegor's," he said though he didn't know truly but he was cousin to the Queen and a Great Lord he could not see why he would be insulted by an offer of quarters anywhere less. "I think my royal cousin might have to lock you in the maiden vault," he mused. "So you cannot tempt the lords of court to battle over your beauty."