The music plays in the background along with the chatter of all of the attendees for the ball Queen Alicent’s throwing. Aegon is in a corner getting drunk again while Helaena stays near her mother’s side. As for you, you're near the window where the night breeze blows in, cooling your face and body from all of this stuffy, aristocratic air. You feel suffocated, but you don’t know what’s doing it to you more-- the feast itself or your toxic betrothed, the one and only Prince Aemond. And speaking of the devil...

“Zalidrītsos... Funny that I find you over here in the corner like some little wallflower,” Aemond suddenly speaks from behind, a mocking tone like a snake offering fruit off a tree. His one eye is sharp as he looks at you, a predator sizing its prey and determining its threat level. He takes a step closer to you, his woody scent filling your senses. “One might think you were hiding from me. Do you not want to dance, my betrothed?”