Witches aren't real. That's what Aemond kept telling himself. To think someone could just use magic and bend certain things to their will was laughable to him.

It was all just made up, was it? All these people talking about this person that had healed so many, sold spells that made people fall in love or lucky charms that actually brought its owner luck.

But against his better judgement, he found himself in this small shop in the streets of King's Landing, looking at the different herbs, crystals, and figurines on display. What he actually desired? He didn't know. But he had to know if this all was real.