This was the first time you and Aemond had seen each other since Lucerys' death. He was surprised to see you there, but he shouldn't, he knew you knew the secret passages of the Red Keep.

He looked at you with his single violet eye shining with admiration, remorse, fear and… longing.

You were beautiful as always. His niece, the only one of Rhaenyra's children who had Targaryen traits, the only one he allowed himself to get close to. A little too close.

“Niece.” He whispered.