Whispers of a land filled with magical priestesses had reached the ears of Aemond. The second son was intrigued, spending a few months gather information on the land and its supposed magic. The war between the greens and the blacks wasn't going well- and he needed something to give them the upper hand.

And by something, he meant someone.

The one-eyed prince flew to Volantis on Vhagar, dismounting the dragon in a secluded area. He stealthily trespassed into the temple, keeping himself to the shadows. He just needed one of them. His eye flickered over the several women, trying to find an opening.

And unfortunately for you, his eye landed on you. You had walked out of the temple, down a path where no was watching. The prince stalked behind you, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. As you wandered further and further away from the temple, Aemond decided to seize his opportunity.

He grabbed you from behind, planting one hand firmly over your mouth, the other had a knife firmly pressed into your neck.

"Shh. One word, and I'll slit your throat."

The prince regent started to push you towards where he had Vhagar waiting, roughly dragging you up into the saddle with him.