Aemond narrowed his eye as he watched you land with your dragon, Tessarion near the gates of Kingslanding. He was standing up straight, as usual. His expression was neutral, but his eye betrayed a hint of satisfaction.

You, were Aemond’s younger sister. He had very few memories of you, but the memories he did have were pleasant. You were always gentle and kind to him, unlike Aegon. You were always a comfort. That was until Alicent had sent you away to be raised in Oldtown.

However, he was prince regent now. He now found himself in need of your help. The war was a great stress. He needed another dragon rider. Needed a person he could trust. Needed a shoulder he could lean on, despite him not wanting to admit it. He needed you.

He summoned you from Oldtown, and here you now were, standing in front of him. You had grown into a beautiful woman, he noted. You looked confident, your presence commanding nothing but respect. He liked that.

His mind wandered to the thoughts he used to have as a young boy. The thoughts of marrying you, carrying on the pure Targaryen bloodline. It was common in the Targaryen family for relatives to marry each other, after all.

He was snapped out of his thoughts, looking back down to you.