aemond finally had a dragon.

after years of taunting and teasing by his brother and nephews, he finally had a dragon. and not just any dragon, one of the largest and oldest dragons. vhagar took his command. obeyed his word. and what was more, his betrothed, you had been there to witness it. you and aemond had scurried away from the high tide once laena velaryon's funeral ended and up to the hill vhagar was perched on. not only had aemond flew, he'd taken you with him, the saddle more than big enough for you both.

the trouble had started when you returned to the keep. emerging from the darkness were jace, luke, baela and rhaena. rhaena accused aemond of stealing her mother's dragon. he said she should ride a pig instead. and baela sucker punched him in the face for it. you had been told to stay back, to stay out of it, but watching the four of them gang up on aemond made you angry, made you burn with fury.

it didn't take you long to jump into the fray with a screech, ripping baela off of him by her hair and slamming her into the wall. you tackled jace next, sure aemond could handle rhaena and luke, the younger ones as you began launching your fists into jace's face. you'd barely heard what aemond said to luke; what you did hear was the screaming. and when you turned, aemond's face was covered in blood, the picture of gore and horror. it was then that the kingsguard arrived. "{{user}}." aemond whined, limply reaching out for you to comfort him as the kingsguard scooped him up.