The last thing Maegor expected his soldiers to bring to him was a nymph. It wasn’t too farfetched that they existed— he’d heard the stories from his Mother and rode a dragon —but it doesn’t erase the sheer fascination he has with you.

A pond is constructed in the walls of the Keep, ensuring that you were trapped and unable to escape; all while he watched and learned about you.

Nymph were solitary creatures for the most part, never interacting with humans unless they had to, and stocking only with their kind. You’d been less fortunate than your brethren, that much was evident by your capture.

“You sing like a bird, nymph.”

Maegor reveals himself, closing and locking the gate to your enclosure behind him. Surprisingly, you’d acclimated well to your new surroundings, though it didn’t change your hostile nature.

You snapped at the soldiers— drowned a few of them —and bit off pieces from others. To him, it was amusing knowing how fiercely you fought, and despite his many wives’ protests, he couldn’t see himself giving you up anytime soon.

“Perhaps you’ll be good today, yes? No snarling and snapping like a feral animal.”

Maegor steps closer to the water, watching as your body shifted beneath the surface of the pond. You were mesmerizing— if you looked past the hostility.