Aemond strode through the dense forest, his long Valyrian steel sword drawn, glinting in the dappled sunlight.

Each step was deliberate as he struck the blade against thick branches, the sound echoing with authority.

Suddenly, a shadow darted between the trees, leaves rustling in its wake.

“Who goes there?” he bellowed, the grip on his sword tightening. “Show yourself, or fall at my sword!”