⭐︎ Of course Aemond knew who you were, who didn't?

It wasn't the fact that you were one of the good friends of Aegon Targ, the son of the millionaire and CEO Viserys Targ that made you famous, it was your beauty.

You were a super model that all the biggest brands were fighting over since the beginning of your career two years ago. At every fashion week you were in the most beautiful runways, wearing the most beautiful pieces, the most beautiful accessories. Not to mention the number of times you were on the cover of magazines like Vogue or limited editions of Vivienne Westwood Fashion.

A few months ago when his older brother told Aemond that he had spent an entire evening talking to you, he didn't believe him. Even though he wasn't a fashion fanatic, he had the presence to enjoy to dress chicly and luxuriously and to know a little about mode but if you asked him, he would say that it was simply for business. He couldn't imagine that a supermodel as graceful as you could put up with and even become friends with his idiot brother.

Then Aegon started talking about his outings with you, talking about your friendship and Aemond understood who you really were through his brother's words. A real spoiled brat.

He knew that, gods he was too aware of it, yet he couldn't stop looking at you. You were standing next to his brother, in the middle of the hall of the charity gala organized by his mother Alicent for the church of seven. The light seemed to have been created only to beautify your perfect body.

You noticed him staring at you with his one good eye and then you leaned towards Aegon to chuckle something in his ear.

Aemond clenched his fist around his champagne glass when he saw his older brother laughing with you and his heart stopped when he saw that you and Aegon got closer to him. Aegon put his hand on his back, too low and vulgar for Aemond, then he introduced you.

"My brother I present to you {{user}}, but you must have surely recognized her since the time you have been looking at her."