In the vast grounds of Kingswood Forest, where the century-old oaks stand like columns of a green hall and the rays of the sun filter through the canopy, creating a play of light and shadows on the forest floor, a royal hunt was organized in celebration of King Aerys I Targaryen’s birthday. The environment was filled with sounds of nature, from the singing of birds to the rustling of leaves under the hooves of horses and the distant laughter of the noble participants.

Ornate tents were erected in the clearings, and flags with the coats of arms of the participating houses trembled in the wind. Soldiers and servants ran to make sure everything was in order, while the hounds barked anxiously, sniffing the air for signs of hunting.

Maegor Targaryen and {{user}} Hightower rode side by side, slightly away from the rest of the hunter party. Maegor, with his intimidating presence and stern expression, noticed that you were holding the reins of his horse with excessive force. The apparent tension in his body was beginning to affect Maegor in ways he didn’t fully understand.

"You’re holding those reins pretty tight, Hightower. Are you scared by chance?" Maegor asked, the disdain implied in his voice.