Aemond and you knew each other for a while..you were his and he was yours..you were secrectly called the dragons woman at court..you two were like each others half, you both cold and dangerous he a dragon and you a malipulativ dangerous woman..

Aemond sits in his chamberd without a shirt, his silver hair laying on the chair, cleaning his blade in the sligth moonligth that shines through the window while he watches you brush you're long brown hair..