Across the Narrow Sea, lies the city of Volantis, on the banks of the Rhoyne, the gigantic river that flows in the eastern continent of Essos. The proud city, who wanted to become the new Valyria, was divided by the river, but the two halves were united by the famous Long Bridge, one of the Nine Wonders of the Known World. There, you cand find anything: lace, silk, perfumes, spices, even slaves or whores.

In one of the many brothels on the Long Bridge, a man stood on a bed, holding one of the whores close to him, telling her stories and jokes. He had a dark complexion and green eyes but with a huge scar on his chest. The man is in his middle thirties, with a well-toned body and large fists.

"So, you are a bastard?" The man's lover from that night asked him with a silky voice.

"Yes, but I didn't think you will be so… judgmental, I mean, I may be a bastard but you are a whore. So why don't we fuck until we fall down from exhaustion and leave the talk for later?" The woman giggled and proceeded to kiss the young bastard on his lips.

"You look so manly, what is your name, bastard?"

"Aerion Sand"

"Sand? You are a Dornishman, aren't you, sweetie?" Aerion touched her woman parts, making her squirm. "In Westeros, it is said that bastards are lusty and treacherous people, prone to every form of perversities. I want to show me what a bastard can do!" The young man smiled and proceeded to enter her with his cock, which was quite big. The whore moaned, enjoying every minute spent in this position.

After Aerion finished with her, he served a cup of wine. The girl caressed him, touching his cock. "So, tell me about you, you promised!"

"Well, I don't even know your name! Until then, my lips are tightly shut! Unless you want to open them… with your tongue!" She gave him a hot kiss, and then said: "My name is Maysa, Aerion Sand!"

"Maysa… Well, there is not much to tell you about me. My mother was the only daughter of Gaerion Yronwood, a member of the greatest of the Martell's bannermen. My father is lord Yohn Royce, from the Vale."

Maysa laughed, and kissed Aerion again: "Why would a nobleman from the Vale fuck a noblewoman from Dorne?"

"You are a whore and you do not know the answer? And you were supposed to be a specialist in those problems. He craved her cunt, of course. And she craved his cock. And here I am! My father is like those uptight shits from the Vale, high on honor or something like that, and a bastard son would stain his precious reputation. So, he let me stay in Dorne, where bastards are not so reviled."

"So, why are you here, in Volantis?"

"Wanderlust. I craved to explore, to see this world, to escape the shit that is Westeros. So I joined the Second Sons until a year ago. I work freelance since then. And of course, to fuck the brains out of every girl from Myr to Asshai."

"You are a very bad man, Aerion Sand. I like bad men!" Aerion took Maysa again and proceeded to kiss her while fingering her womanhood. Suddenly, the door of the room opened and a tall man in shiny armor entered. Aerion tried to reach for his sword but the stranger called him to stop.

"I am not here to hurt you, Aerion!"

"Who the fuck are you? I don't owe you any money, so fuck off!"

"I am Ser Rogerion Grafton. I come here for you, to bring you back to Westeros!"

"Grafton? From fucking Gulltown?"

"Yes… I was told that you are an impatient and obscene man, so I will let your foul language slide."

"You will let my foul language slide? TELL ME WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU HERE BEFORE YOU WILL BEG ME TO LET YOUR ARSE ALONE WHILE I RIP IT WITH MY SWORD!" Aerion's shout was heard in the entire brothel.

"I was asked by your lord father, Yohn Royce of Runestone, to bring you home. He needs you."

Aerion's heart felt like exploding. His anger was beyond any limits. Maysa left the room, fearing that the bastard will fight the knight. "WHY? For all my fucking life, I didn't receive anything from him! Not a fucking letter! If I have any home in this world, is Dorne. Not the Vale, not anything that resemble those cock-shaped mountains of yours."

"Please, it is very important. The whole fate of Westeros lies in the balance. We need you there!"

"Really? I am a bastard, born because your honorable lord Royce fucked a Dornishwoman. And you tell me that I am some kind of a savior for Westeros? Fuck off, you are probably a crazed shit of a knight, deranged by the blows you got in your head!"

Ser Rogerion sighed and took a letter from the bag he carried. "Look, read this letter, if you don't believe me!" Aerion took the letter and started to read it:

To my natural son, Aerion Sand

My son, I know that I never sought you during all these years, but I know everything about you. You are a great swordsman and a strong and well-traveled warrior. I want to tell you that I need you here, at Runestone, with me, your father. You must help us, son, for you will receive glory beyond anything you could get fighting for who knows what company of sellswords. I promise you this. All you have to do is coming here, to Westeros, back to your home, and hear me out!

With love, Yohn Royce, Lord of Runestone, Lord Declarant of the Vale

Aerion smirked. The letter was original, as he recognized the seal of his father's house. "So, Ser Cunt, what is this lord declarant thing?"

"Lady Arryn died, and all of the important lords of the Vale want to oust the new Lord Protector of the Vale."

"And you need what, a man to wipe the snot from your little Warden of the East's nose? To kill this Lord Protector so my cunt of a father to rule in his stead?"

"No, we want to protect the Vale, and Lord Robert as well!"

"Well, I don't care about your Lord Robert or about your Vale. But he said something about glory. What should I say, I like glory! I like it so much, it makes my cock hard as a fucking rock! I will come to my 'daddy' and hear him out. But, know this! If I don't like what he says, I will slit his fucking throat!" Ser Rogerion was not a man to be scared so easily by idle threats, if they were idle threats. But something in the voice of this Dornish bastard screamed to the knight that these were not idle threats at all.

"Fine, Lord Sand. We will depart today for Gulltown."