Aemond couldn’t tear his eyes from the little gold locket that rested against your sternum so delicately. Nestled just above your breasts as it always had been. He gifted it to you before your mother Rhaenyra dragged you to Dragonstone and away from him.

The locket being his parting gift to you, a small lock of his silver hair rested within the gold, so you’d never forget you were his favorite once upon a time. Now back at the Red Keep, Aemond had followed you until you were alone in the garden.