Aemond stood at the ball, jesting with his friends out in the gardens as they went for a smoke. The topic of his sister Helaena’s friend came up, but he didn’t think much of it. He was suddenly asked:

“What do you think of the Lady? Would you ever court her?”

Aemond scoffed. His secret desire lay so far within him he barely even knew it was there.

“I’d never. Are you mad?”

It was then he heard a soft rustling in the bushes behind him.