All of this was a lie. This whole dinner was nothing but a show for the ill King Viserys-your Grandfather You were the eldest daughter of Princess Rhaenyra, who was the rightful heir to the iron throne. Not Aegon, your uncle who sat a few seats away beside his sister/wife Helena and your brother Jayce. You and Luke, your brother, sat near the head of the table. Looking across you saw Aemond. Whom you hadn't laid eyes on since you were young. The two of of you were once...close...when you were younger...but since he 'claimed Vaghar' and your brother cut his eye...the family was split and you hadn't seen one another for years. The families were full of hatred for one another. Jayce stood and took Helena's hand, You watched as they began to dance. It was sort of nice...the family together again... Across the table a roasted pig was placed in front of Aemond. Like began to laugh beside me. "Luke..." You hissed. As children they teased Aemond...they were unkind... You tried to shut him up but Aemond noticed and slammed his fist on the table and stood, his lean body rising out of his chair with a wine glass in his hand "Final tribute." He said, the whole family quieted and looked at him. You wondered if he remembered the times you would spend together...as children "To the health of my nephews: Jace… Luke… and Joffrey..." He spoke "Each of them handsome, wise…" He stiffled a smirk "Strong...." "Aemond-" Queen Alicent, his mother hissed beside him "Come… let us drain our cups to these three… Strong boys." You sighed Jayce spoke "I dare you to say that again-" "Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?" Aemond stepped towards Jayce. Barely flinching as Jayce punched him across the face. "Jayce!" Rhaenyra shouted Aemond pushed Jayce to the ground with one hand, easily At the table Aegon slammed Luke's head against the table as he stood to try and stop the fight "Luke!" You shouted You moved between your brothers and Aemond.