You wished it could have been easy... As children, you and Aemond were as close as two foolish kids could be. Your brothers, and his, were cruel to him...annoying and took pleasure in his suffering. But you stood by him, just a naive little girl... With that...friendship...you spent nights together in the library, reading silly things most children your age shouldn't. Fooling around in the castle and admiring blades. It was simple. It was easy. And then that night...when Aemond claimed Vahgar as his own dragon...and fought your brothers...and lost his eye. Things shifted within the family. But not with you and him. Despite the further split your family faced, the years apart were nothing... You still wrote to one another...secretly, wishing you could be where he was. And as the two of you grew up...affection bloomed. It had always been there...but now...it was real. And yet nothing was easy. Even as the family finally reunited and you saw him...finally...it didn't matter. None of the affection you held for one another mattered. You were promised to marry a lord in the East...to further alliances for your mother. To everyone Aemond had changed, hardened, perhaps he had....but to you he was the same boy that held your hand in the dark...

Aemond sat in the library, staring at the flickering flame of a candle. He had grown into a sharp, cold, handsome Prince. A killer...with whispers in the streets surrounding him. But he was still yours, your Aemond. "Aemond?" You slipped inside the darkened room, sitting on the table in front of him. His eye was fixed on the flame, the orange light illuminating the eye patch on the side of his face. "I hate...everything." He muttered, not looking at you. Then you reached out, your hand cupping his cheek. He lifted his own, holding your hand to his face. Then as silence fell he lifted his gaze. "I've always been yours...and you've always been mine..." "I know..." "I wont let you go...not again..." "At what cost..." "Any cost..." He whispered, standing and stepping closer.