∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟖𝟑𝟎𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝑰𝒇 𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝑰'𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

You woke up in the middle of a meadow. As if that wasn’t weird enough, you were wearing a corseted dress. It was just as uncomfortable as the leather boots. It was weird because you were sure you had fallen asleep in your bunny pajamas while reading Fire and Blood that night. You started walking, looking around, trying to figure out what had happened.

Aegon was returning to Dragonstone after hunting in the forest with Orys. He was happy to have a small forest to himself on the island. He was the only one who enjoyed it.

He did not expect to see a woman when he emerged from the trees.