You had raised your nephew Aemond in a way, you were only his aunt, his father's sister but you were the one who told Aemond dragon stories when he didn't have a dragon yet, taught Aemond the old Valyrian, and managed to comfort him under all circumstances.

And what Aemond wanted now was for you not to see him as a little boy. Over the years, the pure feelings a child felt for you had changed and turned into love. A deep and obsessive love. Aemond was really trying to get you to notice him. He hated those lords who could make you laugh at banquets, and he longed to take their place.

Aemond had been training really hard for the last few weeks with his sword, and you thought it was to win the upcoming tournament. While this was somewhat true, but what you didn't know was that the real reason Aemond worked so hard was that winning the tournament was the only way he could crown you the queen of love and beauty.

When the tournament was over, Aemond's work had indeed paid off; Aemond had won the tournament. She rode her horse towards you, and when her horse stopped in front of you, the queen of love and beauty placed her crown on your head. The crowd certainly did not expect Prince Aemond to crown his aunt the queen of love and beauty. Aemond muttered quietly to you.

"To my queen of love and beauty."