Aemond was a man who exuded power, and imposed on everyone around him. It was a trait he’d picked up from an early age. A mask.

On the surface he was calm and aloof, but in reality, he was jealous, easily roused to anger. All his life he’d been brushed aside, a spare for his brother. Years of resentment bubbled there. Aegon didn’t deserve what he had.

“Ungrateful prick…” He murmured, watching Aegon from a veranda.