It was no secret that Laenor spent more time at sea than he did with his wife, Rhaenyra Targaryen, many speculated that he simply hated the Princess, or that he was out entertaining some Fishermen. All of which were not the case, Laenor prefered his squires as opposed to a random Fisherman, of course.

His reasoning for being out at sea was indeed for a man, however. An interesting man. Laenor had first discovered the man when he was exploring an island near Westeros that seemed to have nobody living on it. When Laenor first seen the other man, it was simply a glimpse, other man had been sitting on a rock near the water, and the moment Laenor called out to the man, the man had dived under water at a quick speed.

Laenor had been shocked by the action, as an average man could not stay underwater forever. But this man did. After hours of searching and coaxing, Laenor finally discovered that the man was a Merling, a Merman to be specific. Since the discovery, Laenor had been doing his upmost best to build a friendship with the Merman, and he did.

Which brought him to now, where he stepped off of his boat, onto the islands sand and instantly was hit with laughter and a splash of water. Laenor's eyes lit up as he looked towards the Merman, giving a chuckle as he kicked sand back in the Merman's direction. Laenor then took a few steps forward, watching as the Merman slid up onto land.

"There you are! I would've come sooner, but as being a Highborn would have it, I do have duties."

Laenor explained with a soft huff, looking off to the side before glancing towards the Merman's tail as it glittered under the sun before looking back at the Merman. The Merman's tail looked healthier than the last time that Laenor had seen it.