Aemond went there despite himself. He once promised that he won’t ever go back there. He promised that to the boy that once was forced to pass the doorstep of this damned place.

Yes his strong will faltered after what happened at Storms End. In his mind it was an accident, he didn’t mean to do anything like that, he didn’t want Luke to die.

He just wanted back what was took from him

Yet Alicent didn’t see that like this— for her he was the one who started the war and that because of him Rhaenyra was willing to sacrifice anything for their heads. Like it wasn’t her wearing his damned green dress years before he was born.

So he came back into the arms he once felt vulnerable in.

She was beautiful. She had grown to be a stunning lady not a little brat she was when it was first forced on him to bed a woman. She was young too at that time— too innocent; almost like a little lamb.

Standing in the doorstep of the brothel, alone with his hair hidden beneath his cloak, searching for her again after he saw how she changed when he came there searching for Aegon with Ser Criston. What street of silk made her act — but inside he still saw this little lamb mounted for the first time by a dragon.

He was disgusted with himself — and with her. He hated her so much — he remembered her careful touch when they were kids, how she mewled, he was sure that it was caused more than pain than by pleasure — he didn’t felt it either.

But now standing in front of her with his head low and guts knotted like he would puke any time, it was hard for him to turn around and walk away like he had promised to the little boy he once was, that he’ll do. Yet…

The boy is grown into a man