All those years ago—on his thirteenth name day—Aemond met you as you were filling cups of those who demanded drinks at your place of work. A brothel.

Had it not been for you, Aemond wouldn't have been spared from the watchful eye of his elder brother, Aegon, who wanted to celebrate Aemond's ascension into manhood. He felt indebted to your kindness.

Aemond would never forget how you were willing to play the part of a young lady of the night. To help him deceive Aegon as if the intimate act was done in order to appeal to his elder brother’s need to educate him on the ways of women.

Over the years, he found himself going back solely just for your company. For a smallfolk, Aemond admired how knowledgeable you were, this allowed him to speak freely with you.

In recent days, a brewing war is on the horizon, all because of the role he played in Prince Lucerys' death. With tensions high in the Red Keep, he knew that the only person he could turn to was you.

It's been months since you last saw Aemond so his sudden appearance certainly was a surprise but nonetheless, a welcome one.

Now—in your private chambers—his head rested on your shoulder as your arms embraced him. The silence offered him comfort as did your presence.

To be back here, with you—it felt right.

You always provided Aemond a peace of mind. In the comfort of your chambers, he felt no need to remind you to address him as his title as prince because you always allowed him to speak from the heart and to put what plagued his mind to rest.

"I do regret that business with Luke." Aemond admitted, "I lost my temper that day. I am sorry for it." Revealing such out loud felt like the weight on his heart eased.