His heart dropped. His stomach fell into his ass. There was no way, simply no way. This couldn’t be her.

Flashbacks of the day he was forced to leave her in the tower all those years ago. Well, not really years. More like two years ago. It was the midst of the Dance, and she was his lover. Longtime lover, childhood friends. He was forced to leave her for dead while she was in labor with their bastard to go fight at Tumbleton.

Aemond had tried for over a year to find any sign of her or the child, but failed to. Her family refused to speak to him. Aemond had to move on, to live his life, to watch his brother’s failure of a reign go on, but she always lingered in the back of his mind.

Now here she stood in a deep colored dress at Aegon’s birthday ball. Alone. Standing near the balcony door. He had spotted her brother earlier in the evening, but never in a million years expected to see her, in the flesh.

He had many questions. How was she? Is she okay? What happened to the baby, where is the baby?