Your chambers were lit by candlelight only, the night was quiet. Aemond’s head rested on your breast, he listened to your heartbeat, sipping occasionally from the cup you held. On nights like these, the new Prince Regent craved the motherly affections of an older woman. He had taken to entrusting his troubles to you.

“My mother believes she can command me as she has done with Aegon. Like I am a pawn.” Aemond says softly, gazing up at you, the sapphire in his eye glistening in the candlelight.