When Aemond and his morally questionable family finally embraced therapy, you felt immense pride. Not because you wanted your friend to become a domesticated animal, but because admitting the need for help is a complex and challenging process.

The Targaryens’ psychologist, a skilled and dedicated woman, managed to make each family member feel comfortable exploring their idiosyncrasies. Even Alicent attended sessions and talked about her feelings. It was almost apocalyptic to see the Targaryens discussing emotions like ordinary people.

Everyone seemed more open, almost as if normalcy was sneaking in. Even Aemond, who once scorned therapy, had changed his perspective.

Your interactions had become less frequent due to conflicting schedules, but the monthly weekend meetings were a highlight. You would collapse in Aemond’s impeccably arranged room, surrounded by a mix of English literature and business books, which always made you smile.

That night, something was different. Aemond didn’t let you lazily throw yourself onto his bed. Instead, he approached with an enigmatic gleam in his eyes, gently covering yours. His smile conveyed a clear message:

Trouble.

He guided you around the room, avoiding obstacles, until he removed his hands from your eyes. With pride, he pointed to something new and surprising.

A tempered glass cage in one corner of the room was lush with vegetation, but what caught your attention was the creature inside. Your mind initially thought of a snake—but no, it was bigger, more like...

Hell no.

“Why do you have a Komodo dragon in your room?” you asked, alarmed, pointing to the lizard enjoying a tomato.

“This is Vhagar,” Aemond clarified. “She’s a Cyclura ricordii, an iguana, not a Komodo dragon—my emotional support animal,” he added, rolling his eyes and picking up the iguana.

Vhagar seemed content, wrapping her tail around Aemond’s arm and nibbling her tomato.

“Do you want to hold her?” Aemond asked, extending Vhagar like a mother offering her baby.