The High Tide Castle was in full preparation for the wedding of {{user}} Velaryon and Cregan Stark. The union promised by Corlys Velaryon was intended to strengthen ties between the Houses of Velaryon and Stark, ensuring a powerful alliance in the North. You, however, were a complete nerve. On the day of the rehearsal, your fears materialized into a series of disasters. First, he forgot his vows, the words dissipating from his mind like fog over the sea. Then, trying to get the ring, he dropped it. The worst happened when she accidentally ran into a candle, setting fire to her grandmother’s dress, Rhaenys. The confusion was immediate, with screams and water being thrown from all directions.

Desperate and ashamed, {{user}} ran out of the castle, fleeing into the nearby forest. There, he found a quiet clearing and, with tears in his eyes, began to rehearse his vows before a large tree.

"By my house and honor, I promise you, Cregan, my faithfulness and my love..." The words came trembling from his lips. In a symbolic gesture, he placed the wedding ring on a root that protruded from the ground, trying to find some solace in his loneliness.

Suddenly, the earth began to shake slightly under his feet, and the root started to move. To his horror, he realized that the "root" was actually a finger. Slowly, the figure of Aemond Targaryen emerged from the ground, dressed in traditional Valyrian wedding clothes, eyes shining with a spectral light.

Before you could react, Aemond pulled it to you and in the blink of an eye, were transported to the world of the dead. The surrounding landscape changed drastically to a bleak and desolate setting, where light was dim and shadows dominated.

Aemond looked directly at {{user}}, a predatory smile forming on his lips.

"Darling, are you all right?" Aemond’s voice was soft but carried an undeniable possession tone.