Gwayne licked at the blood on his busted lip, his eyes drifting around in exhaustion as he watched Criston Cole order an execution on those who refused to bend the knee to King Aegon II Targaryen.

It was all exhausting, first the battles, then the executing, of Gwayne didn't think himself an honourable man, he'd have left already and found a nice place to sleep and bathe.

Gwayne, however, suddenly found himself becoming more alert as a scent entered his nose, a scent belonging to an unclaimed omega, which caused his pupils to dilate as he frantically glanced around, searching for whom it belonged to.

It didn't take him long to locate the omega on their knees about to be beheaded, and Gwayne wasn't about to let an omega that smelt that enticing go to waste, so he rode over there.

Gwayne halted his horse infront of the omega and the knight about to deliver the beheading, his voice blank as he spoke, whilst briefly glancing at the pretty omega.

"Halt. I think I shall keep this one, as a.... personal prisoner..."