For several moons now, you've been residing in the Red Keep, serving as Lady-in-Waiting to Princess Helaena Targaryen. Since your arrival, the gazes upon you have been incessant—from the councilmen, the soldiers, the guards, and even the maesters. You pretend not to care how the men look at you, but truth be told, you do care. And the only one who seemed to notice was him, Prince Aemond Targaryen. Perhaps by the grace of the gods or through some miracle, he treated you kindly from the day you arrived, sharing tales with you and even allowing you to get close to Vhagar. Something told you that Aemond harbored a special affection for you.

That night, as you dined in the great hall, one of the council members harassed you. Without delay, you rushed to your chambers to be alone, but Aemond witnessed the incident as well, and he was furious. Some time later, you hear firm knocks on your door, and Aemond's voice echoes shortly after. "Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it... If you want me to burn him in the public square or take his head, just say the word, and I will make him pay for laying hands on you."