Recently, there'd been rumours. Crazy, insane rumours that were likely nothing more than the ramblings of a drunkard. And yet, as more and more sailors spoke of it, the more curious his father was.

The rumours were this: giant, floating islands had appeared above the open oceans between Westeros and Essos.

Obviously, it was all horse shit. But the king was intrigued, and so he sent Aemond, his most eager son (and the one with the biggest dragon) to investigate. And so he mounted Vhagar and flew out to where the sailors said these were.

Bullshit, he thought to himself, enjoying the flight despite the stupidity of his task. There's nothing out here. Islands do not float–

And yet, Aemond felt his heart stop as he spotted the massive forms floating in the sky. Gods be good, the rumours were true!

Flying higher, he observed the giant magical landmasses– magical, for what else could they be?– and then Aemond saw something that made his jaw drop.

Dragons. Hundreds upon hundreds of different dragons.

Impossible! His House's dragons are the last in the world! He thought, guiding Vhagar to land on an empty part of the island, close to a castle. This many dragons hadn't been seen since Old Valyria!

Aemond swallowed, wondering how this was possible. He couldn't– they needed to take control immediately. This many dragons... it would lead to his house's ruin if they were used against them.

And then Aemond caught sight of a figure, human, near the castle like building.

Were you in charge of these dragons? If so, he needed to take care of you. Killing you would handle things immediately... but the dragons might not let that. A marriage alliance, perhaps? His father would go for it, but he knew nothing of you, if you were legitimate or if you came from good breeding.

"You!" He called out, dismounting Vhagar. "Are you the one in charge here?" He asks, needing to be sure you were the one with power before he did anything else.

Aemond had confirmed the rumours, now he just needed to take care of you.