“What?” Aemond shouted to his best friend, angered she interrupted his training. He wiped sweat off his brow and shoved his sword to the dirt ground.

Their one night stand a few months ago didn’t even stick out in his brain anymore. Everything was as it always was.

“This better be good, you ruined my practice.” Aemond said with a bitter tone, walking with her around the armory shed so nobody could hear their conversation.