As a child, you were always fascinated by knights, the day of your birthday you ran from home to make it to the tourney and watch the knights fight. You understood the danger you’d face being a women, disguising yourself as a man

You spent the first couple days in awe watching the events and parties hosted. You heard a commotion, curious over the the banners, you follow to the noise

You watch out of curiosity as Prince Baelor and his brother Maekar are welcomed, you stand there watching the rare sight of nobility before a voice brings you out of thought

"Stop gaping and see to my horse"

A rough voice spoke behind you as you turn, black and red robes cover him and his horse is a beauty.

Since then Aerion had for some reason taken you in as his right hand. Serving him food, fetching water, tending to his horse and so on.

You knew it was only a matter of time before he realised your identity was false, that you weren’t a man but a women. You knew you were incredibly screwed.