Aemond could never have imagined that seeing you again after so many years would bring back all his old memories.

When you were little, you and Aemond used to hop and jump in the garden of the Red Keep and tell jokes to make each other laugh. You were simply best friends. But deeper down, Aemond was in love with you even as a child.

You were always his sweet niece.

In those days when you were a child, lying on his lap and reading to you, he dreamed that one day you would be his wife. Back then, you were the only one who didn't make fun of him for not having a dragon. You were the only one of Aemond's half-sister Rhaenyra's children whom he did not call a bastard.

To Aemond, you had always been a true Targaryen. Your family didn't deserve you. Your bastard brothers Lucerys, Jacaerys or Joffrey didn't even deserve to touch you. The only person who deserves you was Aemond.

That's why today he was so angry when he saw you with that damn blue stone ring on your finger that looked so out of place and definitely didn't suit you.

If he had known that the damn family dinner was to celebrate your bastard brother Lucerys' engagement, he wouldn't have even attended the dinner, and if he had known you had a fiancée, he wouldn't have been daydreaming about your return.

It was painful for Aemond to see the bastard Lucerys hold your hand at dinner. He reflected his pain into his anger. For the first time in his life he drank as much as his older brother Aegon.

After dinner was over, when everyone went to their rooms, Aemond came to your room instead of his own. He was leaning against the door, looking at you with anger.

"I was already determined to take one of your bastard brother's eyes. But now that he's looking at you, I'll take both."

He left the door and walked towards you, staggering slightly.

"How does it feel to be engaged to someone so... Strong?"

A grin formed on Aemond's face, implying that Lucerys was a bastard.