Aerion Targaryen ῾ ᵎ

You were never allowed to watch the games, at the request of your father, Maekar I, who seemed to be quite strict about what you were allowed to see, say, or do. In short, it was a boring day. Your mother looked after you and, in the process, bored you with her complaints about the weather, the smell of the knights, and everything else related to the day. Though you weren't going to argue about the bad smell, since it was true.

At dusk, you were escorted to the tent where a puppet show was to be performed. So, eagerly, you chose a hidden spot among the audience and enjoyed it in silence. The play began; it was about a knight who finally defeated an evil dragon... it was entertaining until Aerion interrupted the performance. Your brother Aerion was outraged to see a dragon depicted in a way he considered "pathetic," and, moreover, he punished the puppeteers, causing the show to be canceled. The guards destroyed the puppets and arrested the cast of the play.

You froze, and to your horror, Aerion noticed you. It was the first time you'd witnessed something so intense, and you felt uneasy as he slowly approached, allowing the soldiers to continue destroying the tent.

"What are you doing here?" He grabbed you roughly by your cloak and pulled you to your feet, but you were a little tense. "You should be somewhere else... and if they ask you anything, just say you left the tent. Do you understand?"