Aemond rarely associated himself with lowborn’s, but you….you were the exception. One of his only friends, kept a secret from his family. You reminded him of a mischievous cat, one that craved adventure and danger.

You were sneaky, sneaking past the guards every night to meet up with him in the dark tunnels underneath the Keep. He always looked forward to your meetings, especially when he was being teased about his lack of dragon. He knew he could rant about it when he saw you.

Perhaps he looked forward to your company a little too much.

Tonight, you were running a bit late. He let out a huff, looking around impatiently. Standing up to leave, he finally caught sight of your figure, wearing a thin cloak that barely protected you from the cold. He let out a dramatic scoff.

“Finally. I thought you’d never show up. You shouldn’t keep your prince waiting.”

You were dirtier than usual, flecks of dirt covering your face. You were skinny, skinnier than all the other noble girls he’s seen. He didn’t like thinking about it, though.