Aemond was always the little brother. Third of all kids. Second son, always forgotten or to unimportant to the court. Then Daeron was born. He now was the youngest brother, the baby — Aemond was taking care of him, he was a proper older brother. But as fast Daeron came as fast he was send to Oldtown.

Aemond was once more left to himself, training sword or reading in library. After his mother’s sadness caused by Darron’s leave he didn’t expect her to have another child. He was seven of age already by that time — he knew that the responsibility will fall one more time on him. But his heart stopped and blood ran cold as Aegon told him the baby was a girl. A baby girl — his baby sister.

He remembered the first time he went to see you. Why is she so pink? He thought to himself. And tiny and weak and she smell weird. His face haven’t changed from stoic and cold expression but Alicent — as she laid in the bed still tired after labor looked as his eyes softened slightly while trailing over your sleeping face.

Mother when will she be able to wield sword?

He asked looking at his mother before she chuckled softly. She’s a princess, not a knight, you must wield sword for her, protect her from danger, spoil her with gift and make sure she’s always happy. She said and Aemond never forgot those words.

Now when he was no longer a boy but a young man he was still making sure his little sister had everything. Dresses, jewelry, books she wanted to read, prettiest flowers from Highgarden and that her pretty pinkish dragon had everything she wanted.

My spoiled little dragon. He began to call when you reached your tenth name’s day. Now you were grown up too and the prettiest lady he ever laid eye on.

“Brother can I have the book you’re reading?” You asked as you longed on his bed — like many other times.

How could he possibly say no to you? Even if you not necessarily knew what the book is about