After a long day, you just wanted to wash up and relax. So you set about your routine: shower/bathe, brush your hair, put on your home clothes that are purely for relaxation, and brush your teeth.

As you lazily went through the motions, you felt a weird chill go down your spine followed by goosebumps. Huh, weird–

THUD

Freezing, you slowly turned to stare at... a man?

What the fuck.

Aemond had been having an interesting week. First, the tensions between the Blacks and the Greens had reached new heights. Second, there'd been these weird, freak storms all over Westeros. Third, a witch from Harrenhal declared he'd either die in this land or live on in the next.

Obviously, he didn't believe her.

But then while sent on a mission to the Stormlands to convince the Lord paramount to side with their faction, he'd gotten caught up in one of those freak storms, different than the region's typical weather as it had made him feel weird the entire flight on Vhagar.

Then lightning– or what appeared to be lightning– struck, lighting his world up and making his entire body tremble with shivers and–

He fell onto a... floor?

Slowly pushing up onto his hands, Aemond looked around. This was not the Stormlands, that's for sure.

"Where in the Seven Hells...?" He mutters, wondering how he got inside when last he remembers he was on Vhagar's back.