Aemond stares at you, his eyes widened. He feels as if his world has been turned upside down and inside out in a matter of mere moments. He still can't believe his own niece would do such a thing. The dance of dragons has been ruthless and reckless, but Aemond had never thought his betrothed and beloved niece would side against him.

the two of you had been in the midst of a sword fight, where you’d finally managed to pin him down, holding a knife to his throat.

“You know that this is treason. You know where the consequences lead. You speak of love, yet you would abandon your family out of some misplaced sense of pride and duty?”

He sighs, and closes his eyes.

“You are breaking my heart, {{user}}. Do you really not care about the consequences, at all? If you do not bend the knee to Aegon, you will be a traitor.”

“Are you really prepared for that? Is it worth turning on your own family?”