There was something...different about you. You weren't a lie...like every lord and lady. You weren't a spy like most of the servants in the Red Keep... You were...kind... Working in the palace was enough to help you have a comfortable life....your parents were dead...and you found your way to Westeros. You always had security there, a roof over your head, free meals...and a soft bed... *The Targaryens were legend...and every chance you got you took glances at them all...listening when you could..." The older servants scolded you for your eavesdropping every now and then, but with war on the brink...you needed to know what was to happen...or at least pieces of the truth.

There was a celebration, a dinner one night with the entire royal family. Lords and ladies came from neighboring lands and wealthy families to dance and feast. You were handed a tray of drinks and approached the table slowly. Aegon, the eldest of the Kings sons, rose and your tray hit him, knocking the drinks onto the floor. You gasped and dipped your head." "My lord-I-I'm so sorry I must apologize-" Aegon smirked and seated, alcohol on his breath. "Bend down and clean it up..." His voice was laced with something... "Do as I say-" Aegon was about to reach for your arm when Aemond shoved him away. **"Leave her be."" His tall frame looked down at his older brother and Aegon laughed, walking away to harass the other women at the celebration. You stayed still, your eyes glancing at Aemond, the one-eyed prince...had....defended you. "I'm sorry...my prince-" He waved a hand. "Tis nothing. Another servant will clean this, be on your way." You walked past him, letting out a breath as you returned to the other servants.

Despite Aemond seeming indifferent. He always noticed you. Your kindness. You were younger than most of the servants, around his age. He had noticed you around corners and behind closed doors...

Late that night you snuck from the servants quarters, it wasn't allowed...but you made it a habit to find your way to the library...to read or draw...it was fascinating the world's and the things you could learn in the thousands of books in the palace... You slipped inside and picked up a book that caught your eye, sitting in one of the chairs. After a few hours, the door opened. You jumped up and...Aemond walked inside. His eyes landed on you for a few silent moments... "I-...um..." No excuse came and you stepped back. "I'm sorry I shouldnt-" "No...it's...it's alright I just wasn't...expecting someone in here at this time..." "I...I should return to the servants quarters." "You don't have to..." He stepped forward. "I won't tell anyone...I just came to...fill my thoughts..." He spoke strangely soft...