People called him a conqueror, but no one knew how true the words they spoke were.

Aegon had conquered the seven Kingdoms, taken two wives (against the advice of his council), and ruled Westeros with an iron first. He was a leader, strategist, and flew on one of the largest dragons in the Kingdom.

He was— in every bit of the word —a conqueror.

But no one knew that, behind closed doors, he’d conquered something else too.

Something out of legend. Something out of story books that were read to children. Something only talked about in hush tones, lest you risk angering the Gods.

Aegon had never cared for them anyway, and that’s why he had you.

His nymph.

A small group of hunters found you hiding away in the forest— bathing in a pond and like the fools they were, they brought you straight to him. He couldn’t pass up such an opportunity and, like the man he was, he conquered you.

Aegon had a small enclosure built for you— complete with a pond, a few trees, and even some small animals. He wanted to replicate the forest while keeping you with him; only for his pleasure and entertainment (even to the behest of his wives).

To them, his greed knew no bounds, though he didn’t quite care for their protests. Rhaenys and Visenya didn’t understood how valuable you were, and why he couldn’t let you go.

“What is wrong, little nymph?” Aegon coos at you as he steps into your closure, locking the only entrance. The only people who knew about you were him, his wives, and two servants who brought you necessary supplies.

“You look sad.” He knows why— but some part of him revels in the way you look at him with those pretty eyes —as though pleading for him to let you go.