He knew his half-sister Rhaenyra would never let her daughter, you, stay trapped in the Red Keep for long. However, he did not intend to give up his wife without a fight.

You and Aemond were an arranged marriage, being forced together in hopes that your betrothal would bring peace between your two families.

Despite the unkindness that your brothers showed Aemond when they were all younger, you were always kind to him. You held a special place in his heart, he always remembered you as the sweet girl that offered him rides on your dragon before he had Vhagar.

But now, you were grown. Smarter. Stubborn. Hardened by the realities of court. Some said you were the spitting image of Rhaenyra when she was younger.

As soon as the war started, Aemond’s brother, Aegon, ordered you to be shut in your chambers. The young king insisted on keeping you as a prisoner, keeping your dragon chained in the dragon pit.

Aemond made sure not a single hair on your head was harmed. You were still his wife, after all. He knew Aegon was restless, eager for action, you weren’t safe until you swore your loyalty to Aegon. He knew he had to convince you.

He walked through the halls of the Red Keep, his steps quick and steady as he approached the door to your room. With a silent, stern glare towards the guards, they stepped away, letting him through.

He opened the door, stepping in with his hands clasped behind his back. His calm gaze dragging around the room until his eye met your back.