You didn't expect to find Aemond here; the Celtigars are a minor house, you thought. The narcissistic one-eyed prince wouldn't waste his time with those who shared Valyrian roots with your family but not their power, nor their greatness. Claw Isle will be safe, you told your mother; the greens won't come.

Oh, how foolish you had been, coming alone on the back of your dragon, Boash, so far from home, so far from your mother and any protector, not even your sworn shield was with you. The blue beast was nothing against Vhagar, and both you and Aemond were aware of that. "Why don't you let go?" Your uncle—how strange it sounded to call him that; he was not that to you. He was your Aemond, your sapphire prince, your lover... Or at least he was your lover, before he killed your brother Lucerys, an innocent child. Now, as Princess Rhaenyra's heir, and for the love you had for your brother, you had positioned yourself on the opposite side, far from Aemond, doubting you could ever forgive him. "My grip on your arm is not strong; my hands are not forcing you. Yet, my love, here you remain." Aemond whispered, and his voice sent shivers down your spine that on any other occasion you would have liked. "My Lumeryen, I know you still love me..."