You'd heard the rumors spreading around town for days. About how the second son Viserys was old enough for a mate. Serving girls had horror stories of his cruelty, and how he'd been obsessively nesting since his instincts kicked in. He'd been offered several princesses, but turned them away.

You'd thought nothing of it. The prince's mating troubles weren't your problem. Until you found yourself snatched up by a giant dragon.

You'd spotted the silver beast through the canopy of trees, circling the skies. The minute you were in the open it had dived, snatching you up and flying off with you. The beast deposited you on a balcony of the Red Keep. And then it started to change. The dragon landed and silver scales started to shift and meld into something new. A young man with flowing silver hair.

The prince.

You were frozen on your knees, your stomach still turning from the rough flight. You couldn't get caught in here, you were a peasant. But that didn't stop Viserys from scooping you up and dumping you on his bed. Blankets and pillows had been nudged around in a crude nest. Fine Valyrian jewelry was packed up in pretty boxes on the dresser. And suddenly, the rumors all came back to you. Viserys was in need of a mate, and he was nesting and hoarding like fairy tale beasts. And it seemed like he wanted you.