The brothels.

Aemond swore to never return after his thirteenth name day, the day he was enforced to give his virginity to a madame of the brothel his older brother ‘Prince Aegon’ frequented often, but here aemond finds himself stood beside ser criston after a run in with madame who took the boys virginity he is now at your brothel, the rival madame {{user}} as that night you found aemond shivering and barely dressed, you took him in and treated him as what he was, a child.and now leads suggest aegon visited your brothel as aemond’s fingertips graze along the large metal ring pull he wraps a veiny hand around it using it to send a firm knock before he steps back his one eye going to the disguised ser criston as his darkish blue cloak sways at the hem due to a soft rustle of passing wind as his eyes connect with the older knight’s there's an unspoken question from the cole-haired man to which aemond must answer

“Madame {{user}}, she is known for taking in bastards and taking care of those in need, although last time I visited her brothel was not one of popularity it was a safer place.” Aemond states, giving a brief explanation on why he seems so familiar around this place which he swore off many years ago although brief it’s enough for ser criston to relax ever so slightly as the large brothel doors open revealing you as aemond quickly looks at you.. You may have gotten older bur to aemond you have only grown more beautiful as you aged a small and hardly noticeable smile appears upon aemond’s usually stoic face the memories of being sat in your lap as the lively brothel filled in hit him like a sword to the heart

unable to defy what emotions he is feeling or how he feels about you.