★ Aemond had always admired his uncle Prince Daemon. He represented the house of the dragon greatness and violence.

It did not surprise Aemond to see that you, his cousin, the eldest daughter of Daemon and Lady Rhea Royce, had inherited his personality.

Although he had not seen you since that fateful night in Driftmark, he had heard many stories about you.

Despite being a princess, that by custom you should be of grace and gentleness, you were filled with brutality and even madness. You trained every day with your father and knights of the royal guard, developing your blade play and your fighting techniques. Not to mention your mastery of your dragon Frost Bite, the third largest dragon in the world after Vaghar and Vermithor. You were only eight years old when you calmed this formerly savage winged monster, becoming its first rider. With it, Aemond had heard rumors that you had, after a fight with your father, burned an entire fleet at the StepStones out of rage, not knowing the difference between the Velaryon fleet and those of the enemies.

Seeing you in front of him seemed as unreal as seeing Daemon again.

You stood straight, your worked muscles visible despite your thick robe. You were leaning on your Valeryen steel sword, your cold gaze on the throne room where the corpse Vaemond Velaryon lay.