Storm's End had been his family's first target after Aegon had been crowned. Aemond did not like the place, the grim walls and the near-constant storms.

But he had a purpose here, and he intended to fulfill it. Lord Borros was known for having many unmarried daughters, so marrying one of them would mean an alliance and help from the Baratheons in this war. And Rhaenyra would not be able to offer him anything like that, all of her eldest strong sons were already betrothed, except for Joffrey, who was still too young. So Aemond considered this a victory.

The Lord of Storm's End seemed encouraged by the prince's proposal, one of his daughters would marry him — bear him children and bind their bloodlines.

His daughters were paraded before Aemond like cattle for sale, everyone stood at attention before him as Borros told him about each of his daughters.

Aemond's heavy footsteps echoed through the hall, his hands behind his back, his gaze taking in each of them. Some were beautiful, some not so much. The eldest looked at him with a strange challenge in her eyes, pushing her chest out in an obvious attempt to get his attention.

The other was dressed too revealingly for his taste, her breasts threatening to spill out of her cleavage. A sly smile played on his lips, clearly flattered that they were standing before him, competing with each other.

“One of my middle daughters, {{user}}, just beginning to blossom,” Your father said proudly as Aemond stopped beside you.

You caught his attention immediately. From the moment he realized that you seemed to be the quietest of them, looking at the floor, wearing a modest dress, awkwardly hiding your hands behind your back. You clearly didn't want him to notice you, did you?

“My lady,” Aemond's voice was hoarse and confident as he extended his gloved hand towards you, intending for you to come closer to him.