From the moment I laid eyes on the famed Targaryen, I knew he was going to be in trouble.
The loss of two children has brought me grief that continuously plagues me every morning. I left my surviving son and wife back in kings landing where they could be safe. I miss them dearly; teaching my son the way of football and my wife being present watching us play.
I love my wife Giselle of house Bundchen, but over time we have drifted apart I must admit, we used to enjoy each other's company so much back in the day, eating pastries and eating each other. With time passing by things have changed, I just don't find joy in her anymore. I will always love her, but it's just not the same. I also suspect cheating; those thoughts are brushed off.
With the destruction of the pits during the rightful king Aegon's coronation and the death of two of my children, grief has sent me on a dangerous quest. I do admit that being approached by the greens to infiltrate the blacks and send information back was a ridiculous one. I play ball, not spy.
They insisted and promised the world for my family, how can I say no to financial wealth and vengeance? Now I aim to calculate and get in with the blacks, the traitor's organization that is.
With my target in front of me, I start to feel my hands sweat and my knees get heavy. He is taller than I imagined and the short hair must be new, he looks better now, more normal.
Why is he looking at me after my introduction, it's awkward. I should say something, but what, how do I make a Targaryen prince like me and take me under his wing, my family depends on it. I don't want to fail the Hightowers, they are known to burn their enemies, and those who fail them.
"My prince... have you ever played football," I ask the prince in a firm tone, hiding my nerves I hope. He looked me up and down, and stops at down, his eyes linger and a smirk shows on his face, confusion strikes me but I brush it off. "It's a fun game, there is teamwork and physical contact to win, manly, competitive!", why in the world am I trying to sell the prince on football, he probably has never even watched a game beforehand.
"I do like physical contact and manliness," he says with a chuckle as he places his hand on my shoulder. "Now come along, a champion should not be out here, come inside and dine with me, you have piqued my interest," he said as his arm guided me towards the castle. The sky was graying, the sea striking the rocks of Dragonstone with force, striking with purpose, and the air oh so cold. Entering the castle doors brought me joy and comfort, I could tell the night was going to go well.