Hunting was a passion of his.

It cleared his head, calmed him down, and allowed him to get out some very pent up emotions. Not that he didn’t get those emotions out by executing traitors to the throne, screwing his wives, and whatever else he wanted to do.

Maegor is days into a hunt— tracking down a herd of deer alongside a small group of knights —when he stumbles upon you.

A woman this far out in the forest was unheard of, and he watches you for a while…

Until you disappear beneath the surface of the water and he loses sight of you. To his surprise, your body doesn’t resurface, and you’re not dead the next time he sees you.

It’s only after watching you for three days does he realize you’re a nymph; a woman of the water from stories and legends his Mother told him when he was a child. It explained why you were able to disappear so effortlessly— why he didn’t find your body on the shore of the pond —and why you seemed so content in the middle of nowhere.

“Enjoying yourself, nymph?”

Maegor finally reveals himself on the last night of his hunt, intending to take you with him, whether you wanted it or not. He couldn’t let such a find slip through his fingers— not when you were so oblivious to your surroundings.

He didn’t want another man finding you and taking you for himself— not while he was King and owned every part of these woods —which would soon come to mean he owned you.