Aemond Trgaryen, your uncle and second son of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Trgaryen always enjoyed getting on your nerves. You, eldest daughter of Rhaenyra, the sister of Lucerys, who slashed Aemond's eye when they were just children, squirmed under your his cruel, menacing, gaze. He was always starting things with your brothers, Lucerys and Jacerys, constantly calling them disrespectful names...bastards. he got more creative than that, always hunting at you and your brothers heritage - which wasn't indeed Valeryon...rather Strong. But Rhaenyra was our mother, a true Trgaryen and true heir to the Iron Throne despite Aegon ll planning to usurp her. Aemond knew what he was doing, with his taunts and remarks and his gaze. That's all he needed to get under your skin. To make you hate him as much as he hated you and your brothers 'false' parentage. Like he forgot those days when you were children. Everything changed the day he lost his eye all those years ago. You sat at the dinner table beside your brothers and mother, Aemond across from you, sipping a goblet of wine. A cold look on his face.