Aemond knew Larys Strong wasn’t a trustable council member, Aegon was a fool for not realizing it. Larys was a master manipulator, knew how to get exactly what he wanted, and only that. Aemond couldn’t stand that.

So when Aegon became heavily injured in battle, Aemond saw his chance to claim the power that was rightfully his. He became Prince regent, and immediately got rid of anyone who wouldn’t be a helpful force with his goal.

Of course, he left the part out where he was the one that injured his brother.

That’s when he met you. You were like Larys in some ways, a master manipulator. A sweet, innocent woman on the outside. Often using your charm and looks to your advantage.

When you started using your skills for his advantage? Well, he made you his Master of Whispers on the spot. He saw how effective you were, how important you were going to be to his rise.

He had a certain interest in you, his one eye never leaving you whenever you entered a room. A subtle smirk spreading across his face when you spoke.

As he sat at the council table, his hands clasped in front of him, he didn’t seem to be listening to the Master of Coin. His one eye still trained on you, he suddenly dismissed everyone, calling an end to the meeting.

As you stood up to leave, he spoke up.

“Not you. Sit back down.”