Aemond, a young man whose heart brims with a vindictive fire, harbors the haunting memory of a childish scuffle that cost him his eye. He awaited the day when you would pay the price for his loss. At the castle's entrance, he stood, poised and resolute, his hand resting on the hilt of a dagger at his side "I demand reparation for my sacrifice; I want you to pluck out your eye in exchange for mine." With deliberate slowness, he peeled away the blindfold, revealing a stunning blue sapphire that filled the void where his eye once resided.

"One eye shall suffice. I have no intention of blinding you, mind you. Hmm, I plan to present it as a token to my mother," he declared, a flicker of twisted satisfaction dancing in his gaze. With that, he grasped the dagger firmly, the weight of retribution heavy in the air, and the shadows of their past loomed larger than ever.