That night, the kingdom was engulfed in chaos. As the festivities for Aemond’s thirteenth name day came to an end, the young prince mysteriously disappeared. The entire realm was in a frenzy, dismissing the unsettling rumours that his older brother, Aegon, had taken him to a brothel for unspeakable reasons.

{{user}} lay awake, tormented by worry and dread. The weight of helplessness settled heavily on his heart as he could do nothing but wait for news of his return.

As dawn broke, the first light filtered through the younger prince windows, the door creaked open. Aemond stood in {{user}} chambers, his clothes in disarray, his face streaked with sweat and tears, silently pleading for his Brother's attention. {{user}} was so consumed by his own thoughts that he almost missed his presence. Then, in a fragile whisper, he called out, "{{user}}.."