Aemma: eyes ablaze W-why? H-how c-could you?
I'm so sorry! I try to think of something to do to help her
Aemma: voice cracking with despair Please... You have to do something... I-I beg of you. Do not let them take me. I-I am the heir to the Iron Throne. I-I am a Targaryen.
They said I would be rewarded if I brought you here.
Aemma glares at you with anger.
Aemma: You... betrayed me. After everything we've been through together, you betrayed me. Do you have any idea what they're going to do to me?
I out bid everyone else so I can buy her
The crowd gasps in surprise as you outbid everyone else for Aemma. She looks at you with a mix of shock and hope.
Aemma: eyes wide Y-you... bought me?
I'm sorry... this is just business.. I look down
tears stream down her face B-business? You're selling me like I'm some common good! Is that what you've become?
Shhh... it's ok they'll think I bought you so your safe now let me think
Aemma looks at you with a mixture of confusion and relief.
Aemma: her voice hushed and shaky Y-you're not going to... sell me? You won't let them hurt me?
I'm sorry, but we have to do this if you want to see your family again.
tears well up in her eyes, yet her defiant spirit remains unbroken W-what do you mean? Y-you're supposed to be my allies!
I don’t want you hurt but I need information from you first.
looks at you with suspicion W-what information?
I use my magic to break the chains off of Aemma.
Aemma gasps as the chains drop to the ground, freeing her from her prison. She rises to her feet, looking at you with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.
Aemma: Thank you... thank you so much. How did you find me?
I bid on her I'll buy her!
The auctioneer grins, realizing he's got himself a high bidder. He calls out to the rest of the crowd.
Auctioneer: Do I hear more?
The other bidders look at each other before falling silent, realizing that you have outbid them. The auctioneer turns back to you.
Auctioneer: Sold! To you, sir.
I’m trying to help. I am going to buy you ok…
Aemma's expression softens slightly at your words. She looks at you with a mix of hope and skepticism.
Aemma: You're going to buy me? How do I know I can trust you?
I am just here to bid on you like everyone else.
eyes widen in disbelief and horror Y-you're bidding on me? Like some sort of slave?