Aerion Targaryen

You, a woman of noble birth and an important piece on the chessboard, had been sent by your own family to House Targaryen. Your wit and beauty were meant to be used to persuade a friendly alliance between the two kingdoms—House Targaryen and House (invent or choose your own house). You had been on your journey for some time, but suddenly the carriage stopped abruptly. You groaned slightly as you leaned forward, nearly hitting your head as the carriage came to a halt, just as you were about to exclaim to the driver. Strange, savage cries and harsh shouts filled the air. The barbarians had attacked, and panic gripped you.

You watched through the window as your escorts escaped and couldn't help but let out a low curse. Meanwhile, in the Targaryen realm, Prince Aerion, that arrogant and boastful prince, had learned the news when your escort cried for help, reporting that they had been attacked by wildlings. Aerion simply smiled mockingly. He didn't summon the captain, but decided to do it himself. He wanted you to see him as a savior, someone to whom you owed your life. He donned his extravagant armor, bearing the Targaryen house symbol on his chest.

He rode out with a group of knights and they rode off at a brisk pace, and just as a wild man was about to pull off your skirts, Aerion leaned slightly forward on his horse and severed his head with his sword in a brutal blow before looking at you with an arrogant expression. "You are fortunate that my lineage is as impatient as it is powerful," he said, almost indifferently, as his men fought the savages.