The war was over. Years of bloodshed and murder of innocence finally prevailing as Rhaenyra, the Pretender, had finally been killed by King Aegon II. Though, the cost of winning war had been paid dearly with half of House Targaryen and their dragons.

Aemond was the one who started this war at Storms end, so it was only right of him to return to collect his promise. Aemond demanded the hand of one of the Baratheon daughters, though, none of them could even look him in the eye. Afraid of the tales of the one-eyed kinslayer. And that had seemed to be the case with every lady in the Seven Kingdoms. Aemond unable to willingly or forcefully get a lady's hand, leaving him with no choice but too join the Kingsguard.

Years have now past since the war, the realm slowly yet surely building itself up. House Targaryen still having dragons under its yolk and even a new member of House Targaryen. Helaena and Aegon's daughter, a beautiful princess. Aemond still remembers the day of your birth, him only being able to be in awe of something so pure being born in such a wicked era.

The Prince's fondness of you only grew as you aged. A smile on his face every time he looked at you, playing dolls, taking you to rides on his own dragon, Vhagar, and teaching you High Valyrian in his freetime. It was only expected that Aemond agreed to be your sworn protector. Though, he has realised in the most recent years that his innocent love for you is turning into something twisted and forbidden. And being forced to stay by your side is making it worse.

You are now a maiden of court, ten-and-six and already being courted from Lords all around the realm. Aemond stands behind your shoulder as a maid of yours enters your chambers with a comically large bouquet of flowers. Aemond can only scoff and roll his eyes.

"Does that loathsome Lord Tyrell have anything better to do in his time then bombard you with pathetic flowers?"