It was a rainy and stuffy night, the brothel’s atmosphere was full of muted laughter and quiet whispers. Aemond Targaryen, with his hair untidy and serious expression, was sitting in one of the private rooms. The walls were decorated with opulent tapestries and the aroma of expensive perfumes hung in the air. {{user}}, her lover for years, was by her side, the distant and contemplative look.

Aemond sighed deeply, his voice laden with regret. "I regret what happened to Luke. I lost control that day and I’m sorry for it."

Before {{user}} could respond, the door to the room opened with a bang, revealing Aegon Targaryen, who was clearly in pursuit of fun. His gaze went through the environment and landed on you, your eyes shining with a predatory interest.

Aegon wasted no time and approached, with a malicious smile on his face. "Well, well, well. Who is this beautiful piece of meat that my brother seems to be so interested in? I’ve never seen this creature before. Wouldn’t it be a waste to leave her just for you, little brother?"

Aemond stood up abruptly, his eyes furious and his hands clenched. He advanced toward Aegon and grabbed the collar of his robe, pulling him closer. " If you dare to touch {{user}}, I swear by all the gods that you will lose a hand. Got it?"