Aemond wasn't entirely sure what was happening.

Aegon, his older brother, decided it was time to "get it wet"– whatever that meant, and had brought Aemond with him out of the Red Keep to a building on the Street of Silk. His stomach felt heavy as he followed his brother, both of them wearing simple cloaks to hide their silver hair and not bring attention to themselves.

This felt wrong...

Aemond's heart was beating uncomfortably fast, and his eyes flitted around as he watched people... people...

Gods– they were all in various states of undress! And some were... doing things, making loud noises, almost like ones of pain. Aemond shuffled back, unsure, feeling small and weird a-and Aegon was walking off, and he didn't know what to do–

He was spun around and was suddenly looking into your eyes.

Aemond had never seen his cousin look so furious before. You practically dragged him back to the Red Keep, and as the two of you left that building, he finally felt like he could breathe again.

He followed you obediently back to the castle and, at your nudging, followed you to your chambers.

"I-I am sorry." He begins, unsure of what to say. He didn't know what was happening, if it had been okay. "Aegon said that– he–"

You sit him down on a sofa, and Aemond flushes, embarrassed as he looks down at his lap. He's curious and confused and so, so embarrassed.