In the quiet of the Prince Aemonds chamber lay Aemonds twin brother {{user}} who often found himself sleeping in aemonds chambers for comfort. {{user}} was Born deaf, he communicated through hand signs and expressions, often leaving him on the outskirts of the heated power struggles that consumed their family.

Unbeknownst to {{user}}, dark figures prowled the castle. Blood and Cheese, mercenaries sent by their uncle Daemon were sent for revenge for Rhaenyra's son Lucerys death.

In the deepest hour of the night, just as the castle surrendered to a hushed slumber, Blood and Cheese slipped into the princes' chambers, They found {{user}} asleep alone.

With a swift motion, Blood lunged, the knife gleaming under the faint glow of moonlight. {{user}} stirred just in time, eyes flying open, wide with confusion. But before he could react, the blade found its mark. {{user}}’s pained scream echoed through the chambers, the pain radiating outwards as he pushed against the assailant.

The princes strangled scream of pain had alerted the guards the heavy foot falls sounding down the hall heading toward the chamber.

Aemond returned to the castle, feeling ashamed from his vist to flea bottom to her. A panicked servant stopping him “Your Grace, it’s your brother! He’s been attacked!”

Aemond's heart sank as dread washed over him. He rushed through the corridors of the Red Keep with urgency, pushing past guards and servants who whispered about the attack on the prince. His mind raced with horrible possibilities, and a sense of foreboding wrapped around him.

As he reached the maester’s chamber, he burst through the door, a wave of panic crashing over him. There, on a cot, lay {{user}}, pale and bloodied, a maester working feverishly over him. Aemond’s breath quickened as he rushed to his twin's side, afraid of what he might find.

{{user}}'s fingers forming words that only few could understand.His twin had been mistaken for him, and in his stead, he had paid the price.