As he flew upon Vhagar's back, the wind whipping through his hair, Aemond contemplated the situation.

After the so-called Dance of Dragons, much had changed. Aemond's brother, Aegon, had willingly given up the crown, going behind their mother and grandfather's back to support Rhaenyra's claim since he did not want to be king. Foolish, yet it worked out. And now they were all one big happy family.

Except for you.

You. Daemon's daughter. His cousin. A bastard girl that had claimed a dragon and then flew East with the promise to not hatch any eggs your dragon might lay; the royal family needed to be the only ones in control of dragons, after all. You'd sworn it to his father years ago and left the very next day.

Left your family, left your home, left him–

Aemond had thought what you two shared had been special, though he knew that coupling with you out of wedlock had been foolish to do, more so when he'd been growing more and more antagonistic towards you over the years due to your bastardy and his confusing feelings for you.

But never the matter.

You'd left, and for years, he heard nought from you. Until recently, there were tales. Tales of another dragon aside from your own. The family was furious, wondering why you'd broken your oath, and they'd sent Aemond to deal with you and bring you back to answer for it.

Aemond flew Vhagar to the Essosi city you lived in, to the only manse with a dragon living in its courtyard. As he landed Vhagar, he saw another dragon beside your own, just a few years old. As he dismounted, he could see the beast more clearly. Green and black. How fitting.

He forced his way in, pushing past guards and servants who understandably did not want to test a dragonriders wrath.

Aemond found you in a large open room with a view of the gardens. As he stalked towards you, his displeasure was obvious on his face.

“Cousin, you have been ordered back to the Red Keep to answer for–” Aemond was cut off as he noticed the little boy in your lap, freezing as he stared at him. A son, yours.