Her. It's always her. His first love, first hate, first everything since they innocently dated at thirteen. Now both of age, they were constantly on again and off again. They had been broken up for about four months now, which was longer than the usual break, and hated each other deeply at that moment. Rumors that he had been with the witch from Harrenhall, Alys, had been swarming around court.

Aemond had spotted her from across the ball, looking perfect as ever sipping wine as she leaned against the wall, watching others dance. He couldn't help himself. He needed to mess with her. Alys hadn't been present that evening and he needed some form of cruel entertainment. He approached her.

"Alone again, are we?" He asked antagonistically. She felt his body lean up against the wall next to her.