Since young prince lost his eye, he became even more silent than he was before. He didn’t want to come here, as if he already knows that no one would like a man as his, as a husband. He was young, that’s sure, but he was not stupid and he knows that now he was looking horrible. He lost his eye just a few weeks ago, so the skin around the seam was red and a bit swollen.

Now he was going after his mother, who talk to him again with a calm and indifferent expression. “Be polite and spoke to her softly, not like you always talk. Don’t be rude and don’t call her names even if she asks a not good questions you dislike.” Spoke Alicent, as she looked at him down just for a moment, as she adds more quietly. “You should under that this is maybe your only chance.”

Only chance. If before it Aemond thought about him like about an ugly thing with this scar he can’t even cover, because it was not healed and wouldn’t healed soon, then after his mother words he felt like the worst man ever. A man, whom never would like women. That’s not like in his age he was thinking about it too much, but… well. He knows that man should be loved by many women, that makes him more powerful and show everyone that he is the most wanted person here. Aemond rarely think about it… He was not like his brother, who liked to come to the street of the Red Silk, who liked women and drinks. He sighs as he looked up at him mother. How many times he wanted her to just reassure him, even if that would be a lie — told him that he is not that unbearable to look at. But as he looked at Alicent, he understood that here wouldn’t be any reassurance.

As they come to the garden, his mother comes to spoke to the father of his betrothed, but before it she slowly pushed him a bit forward, waiting him to come to the girl that was standing here. Young prince was not sure how he should behave with her and after he heard some of her maids laughing a bit, his courage disappears completely. But he still slowly comes to her, as he spoke.

“Good morning.”