One fateful day, the tension between the factions reached a new zenith. A skirmish between Aemond and Lucerys Velaryon had ended with Aemond losing his right eye. The incident was a devastating blow, not just physically but emotionally, as the court watched with bated breath.

News reached the ears of {{user}} through maidens , the appointed noble that taught swords art to the 4 princes quickly rushes down to the great hall. {{user}} swore oath to not be biased however. . . .

In the Great Hall, Jacaerys and Lucerys hid behind Rhaenyra, whose soothing voice was barely audible over the sobs of Queen Alicent, who had arrived to tend to her wounded son. Alicent's tears fell freely as she clutched Aemond's hand, her grief as palpable as the cold stone of the hall. The maester slowly sewing the socket up with trembling hands.

"Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon." Aemond void of emotions utters eerily. Yet aemond couldn't believe it when {{user}} would draw sword at rhaenyra just for him . He thought he was a unfavoured weak disciple of {{user}} . Gods grace . . . {{user}} proves him wrong .