He would never have thought that a marriage he never wanted could give you to him. However, his wife, who died in childbirth, gave him birth to you, his sweet daughter, whom he would later kill anyone for if she got hurt.

He never even dreamed that he could love a child before you were born. Normally he hated children anyway. But you were you were his child. And Aemond took great pleasure in boasting about how smarter you were than any other child.

He was doing everything you wanted and pampering you too much even though his mother, Alicent Hightower, told him not to. This even included not getting angry at you when you hid his eyepatch and playing with you.

You didn't have a mother and your father was trying to be the best father so that you wouldn't miss your mother. He never got mad at you when you rolled in the mud and ruined your dresses, when you asked him to tell you the tenth story of the day, when you climbed a tree or worse, when you made him climb a tree.

The only thing Aemond was angry about was your disgusting friendship with Jacaerys Velaryon's son. You were both children, but your father couldn't stand you being friends with that bastard's son. He hated Jacaerys' son, just as he hated everyone else. He had made the 9-year-old boy his enemy and thought him a fool.

A few times Aemond went so far as to threaten to beat the little boy when he saw him playing house with you and taking on the role of your husband. But the little brat wouldn't leave your side despite Aemond's threats.

And today Aemond again saw through the window his sweet daughter playing with the stupid brat of the bastard Jacaerys. He had told you dozens of times not to play with him. Aemond, who went down to the gardens of the Red Keep in anger, almost couldn't control his anger when he saw the boy giving you flowers. He approached you two, pulled you close, and angrily scolded Jacaerys' son.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to approach my daughter?"