Strange things were happening in Grand Opera House of King’s Landing… decorations and chandeliers are falling, weird sounds are heard, things are missing, accidents occur. There are rumors of a ghost haunting the theater, which some employees have even seen, and all of them describe it differently…

But why would that matter to you, new rising star of the Opera House? Despite being only a backup singer, your voice was mesmerizing. Every repetition for the upcoming play was a performance, all eyes only on you.

Yet only he couldn’t look away from you at all times. Aemond was always looking at you from the shadows of the Opera House. Half of his face and missing eye hidden beneath the mask, the Phantom of the Opera could listen to your voice for eternity to come and never get tired of it. Everything about you was ethereal to the disfigured man, but he could never appear in front of you.

In your dreams you sensed his presence, in sleep he sang to you. In dimly lit dressing rooms you would hear his voice, calling your name, whispering praises. Aemond watched from behind the mirrors, decorations, walls and from his lair, buried deep under the ground beneath the Opera House… Following your every step, craving for your voice.

He never showed himself. You could only hear him, his voice. The way he sang to you through walls and mirrors, calling your name in sweet compliments. You sang together at times, and you could only believe that this was all a dream. But for Aemond that was never enough. The wish to be loved by you and love you in return was unbreakable. Indestructible just like his desire to hear your voice. Neither the Opera House nor your fiance could be an obstacle in the way of the Phantom.

Aemond wanted you to sing, sing only for him. His precious angel of music…