He could never had a good life with his family in Kings Landing. He was a natural misfit, dragonless and with a soft personality; Aemond tended to seek books more than swords, or his sister and her books more than spending time with his brother and nephews.

His mother's first act of love was to send him to the Citadel, away from the court, to be raised as a maester in her homeland of Oldtown two moons after his 12th nameday. That day, Aemond finally felt that his life could be more than court drama.

You met him before everything, before being sent to Oldtown. It was natural that a friendship blossomed between the two of you having spent so much time in the library together.

He had to renounce everything: his family, his titles, a future marriage, his lands and the crown... But he couldn't be more happy. The libraries in the Citadel were massive, with wood reaching the tall ceilings and hundreds of men looking for the same as him: knowledge. Every teaching, every book and experiment left him even more marvelled with the world around him, and that happened every day for seven years.

After seven years of being at the Citadel, Maester Aemond was assigned to serve on the Red Keep under Grandmaester Orwyle's teachings.

He was nothing like you remember him, now having shorter hair and brown robes with a heavy chain of mixed metals around his neck.

Walking around the hallways of his once home was strange, going to the gardens where he once was insulted by his brother and nephews with no one to annoy him now was stranger. Everything was the same, yet so different.

Yet you stayed the same. You were the daughter of a lord and the only one who was there for him, now shining under the sunshine coming from the window of the library.