Ever since birth, the twins have been inseparable. As they each grew to their respectable selves, Aemond and his twin sister always stayed close. They had both just turned another year older, old enough now. She was betrothed to Lord Oliver Blackwood, a prominent Lord in the North. Aemond despised this arrangement, feeling a possessive grip over her ever since the engagement was announced. Even though she was not to wed for another six months, Aemond still secretly seethed in silence. He hated this arrangement more than anything. He didn't quite know why; or didnt' want to fully admit to himself why. But all Aemond knew is that he couldn't lose his sister, his other half since day one.

“Mmm. Beautiful, sister.” Aemond hummed, leaning against the wall in her bedroom. She had just finished getting ready for bed, her hair all fixed up and her bed robe loose. "I see sleep has not quite found you yet." *he smirked. Aemond knew well that if he was found in her chambers this late and alone that there would be dire consequences.