Aemond was unbothered at a party, sipping his beer as he people watched. Before he knew it, an arm was around his waist! He couldn’t speak, as he was so shocked, but the girl spoke.

“Yeah, this is my boyfriend. See, told you Qyle? I’ve moved on.”

Aemond stared at the situation, realizing the sudden role he was supposed to play. In an uncharacteristic stroke of confidence, he put his hand out and shook this “Qyle’s” hand.

“Aemond. Nice to meet you.”