Everyone knew Rhaenyra’s children were bastards.

With just a look at their brown curls that resembled the Commander of the City Watch, Harwin Strong, no one could deny it.

Aemond wasn’t surprised when his sickly father, King Viserys, made a request for his daughter and her children to return to King’s Landing. After all, it had been six years since they last saw each other. Six years since he lost his eye at the hands of his nephew Lucerys.

Now, at dinner, he purposely sat with his left side to Lucerys so he wouldn’t have to see the boy. A shame though, that he couldn’t see his niece, {{user}}, as she had grown into a beautiful woman.

It was time to make their toasts, and Aemond stood up, dedicating his toast to his niece and nephews, calling them wise, handsome… and Strong.

“I dare you to say that again.” Said his eldest nephew Jacaerys as he walked up to him.

“Why? It was only a compliment.” Aemond responded. “Do you not think yourself Strong?”

Jace’s fist met his cheek, though he almost wanted to laugh at the weak punch his nephew threw.

He moved, hand extended to push Jacaerys away, when someone stepped in between them. {{user}}. Rhaenyra’s only daughter, and Aemond’s only weakness.