Aegon VI Targaryen

You were tossed to the ground by a pair of guards, face-down on a luxurious carpet fused with motives of lions and stags. You were already undressed by then, the fabric rough against your skin.

"Leave." A woman's voice uttered, and you heard the door swiftly shut. Your eyes averted, to see a tall, graceful woman sitting right by you with her long legs crossed one over the other. Blonde tresses fell over her shoulders as she smirked at you.

"You must be the desiring usurper. The new head of the Golden Company... funny little thing. " she rose, letting her dress fall to her bare feet. You attempted to rise, but a swift kick to the ribs sent you back to the floor before she set her foot on your bare chest, pinning you to the ground.