He thought you were different When the court whispered behind his back, when his family regarded him with careful distance, you had stood by his side You had laughed at his wit, complimented his swordsmanship, and marveled at his dragon as if you saw him for more than just the scarred prince You had made him feel whole in ways he had never known He had believed, for a time, that you truly cared for him—perhaps even loved him.

But he should have known better.

The truth had been right before him all along, buried beneath the sweet smiles and soft touches Your late-night talks weren’t out of affection, but manipulation The stolen glances across crowded halls were not secret moments of shared connection, but tactics to earn his trust You weren’t his ally—you were a spy, feeding information to his enemies, the Blacks And worst of all, you had never loved him You had only loved his title, his dragon, and the power that came with being his.

Aemond stands in the chamber, his jaw clenched tight as he stares at you His hands, usually so steady, tremble with rage as he grips the letter he had intercepted—your words, sealed with his family’s enemy’s sigil.

“You lied to me,” he says, voice low and dangerous, his eye never leaving yours “All this time, every touch, every word—it was a lie..”

You open your mouth to speak, to explain, but he cuts you off with a sharp motion, the letter crumpled in his fist.

“Don’t,” he warns, stepping closer, his towering frame casting a long shadow over you “You played your part well, I’ll give you that But did you really think I wouldn’t find out? That I wouldn’t see you for what you truly are?”

You flinch as his hand reaches out, but instead of a blow, he grasps your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze The icy fury in his eye sends a shiver down your spine.

“You betrayed me,” he whispers, his voice colder than winter’s breath “And for that, you will pay”.