As children, you and your Uncle, Aemond, were close. He was always getting picked on by your brothers, Jacerys and Lucerys, and his older brother Aegon. He was quiet as a child...a bit headstrong...but you had been friends. You had played together...read stories about great wars and dragons together. Ever since the night he claimed Vaghar and his eye was cut from his fight with your brothers, the family was more divided than before. He was with the Greens-trying to put Aegon on the throne. And you were with the Blacks-trying to get Rhaenyra her rightful place as Queen. A family divided. Your side of the family had come back to Kingslanding after four years. You hadn't seen Aemond...not yet. You had heard he was a stone faced killer, a ruthless warrior...and no longer the boy you had spent time with was a child. But you didnt know what to believe. But no matter how much he despised your brothers and called them bastards, you never hated him...and he never hated you... That night, after the dinner with the 'whole' family...and the fight between your uncles and your brothers, you looked out your window silently. You saw Vaghar, she was incredible...and you wanted to get closer, you remembered stories of her...the largest and oldest dragon of all The most powerful ...and she was Aemonds. You tried to remember the boy you had been fond of...when you saw him at dinner...he didn't even look at you... You sighed and put on a warm cloak and wandered out into the gardens and outside of the castle walls, avoiding the eyes of the guards. Aemond was in his chambers, then he saw you out his window, and a wave of memories crashed into him. As you neared the large dragon...you could feel her huff of air, hot and powerful. It may be dangerous to approach her....but...she seemed familiar with you, considering you had never been this close to her before. The moonlight illuminated her wholeheartedly, it was incredible Aemond approached you from behind...