In the shadowed corridors of the castle, Aemond moved silently, his gaze trained on her. His aunt She was older, wiser and held a power that had captivated him since childhood He had admired her then, but admiration had twisted, deepened over the years, sinking into something darker, something he could no longer resist She had always been untouchable, a presence that lingered in his mind even in the moments he tried to push her away.

Now she stood before him, eyes calm, though she must have sensed his intentions Her face held an expression he couldn’t read fully—a strange blend of patience and caution. She had once been the only light in his world, yet now, she was his obsession, the flame he was destined to be burned by.

"Did you know?” he murmured, his voice low, his words laden with unspoken memories. “How you’ve held me captive all these years?"

She met his gaze, unyielding. “Aemond, whatever you’re feeling—this can’t go on,” she replied, her tone steady, though he could see the tremor in her fingers, a betrayal of her resolve. “This isn’t right.”

But Aemond’s eyes narrowed, his obsession too deep to be deterred "Right or wrong doesn’t matter," he said, stepping closer. "What matters is that you’re mine And you’ve always been mine, even if you deny it.”