Rhaenyra knew where to hit to hurt bad.

When she took the foul city and the Red Keep she finally took her revenge. Otto was dead. Helaena and Alicent were prisoners in their own castle and you — Aemond’s twin — were the very person she took her pettiness out on.

When your brother returned after barely making it out from the Battle above the God’s eye, he expected the worst. That you were dead or send away to the street of silk but when Alicent explained what really happened his stomach dropped.

Rhaenyra took your eye.

To mock him. To take her revenge and show him that she had not and never will forget about Lucerys’ death. And who brought it upon him.

Aemond’s hand shook as he made his was to your chambers. Your face was the only thing that showed before his eyes — your beautiful, perfect face, he adored. On which he planted all those kisses before he left on war, on which he saw all those emotions, which scrunched in pleasure when he touched you right, now being bruised because of him.

The memories of his own pain flickered through his mind as he pushed the doors to your chambers. Of him as a child, scared and in pain after Luke took his eye and you caring for him. His hand clenched into fist as he finally took a look at your room.

It was a mess, books laying around carelessly, bed unmade and sheets tousled, mirror by your vanity broken and this damned smell of incense he remembered from his childhood, one that was supposed to calm the headache.

And then you. Sitting there, unmoving on one of the couches, flinching only when he came closer. The sun shined at your face like a cruel pointer to look at it, at the cut dragging from your cheek to your brow. So painfully similar to his own.

“Show me.” He demanded with hard voice as he tried not to make it shake.