You were too stupid. Aemond should have guessed this right away, as soon as you and your family returned to King’s Landing. Of course, at midnight you were not in your chambers. It's not like Aemond was checking you or keeping an eye on you.. He just wanted to talk to you after dinner.. But your bed is made and you're nowhere to be found.

And he is almost sure that his older brother Aegon was involved in this. The looks he gave you during dinner were hard to miss. But could Aemond blame him? Over these six years, you have grown into a real beauty, and even the lack of Valyrian features did not prevent this.

This never bothered the prince too much, even when he listened to his mother whisper that the children of his half-sister Rhaenyra were bastards, when it came to you specifically, he did not care. Was he a hypocrite? Yes. Was he ashamed? No.

He remembers how you used to give those looks of admiration at Aegon as a child. Yes, he was older and you definitely liked him, especially when you were told throughout your childhood that you two would get married. Luckily for Aemond this did not happen.

It was already dark and lively outside, and on Street of Silk, as usual, drunkards and people seeking pleasure in the arms of harlots gathered. Aemond just winced, adjusting his hood as he made his way through the crowd. Of course his precious brother brought you here.

You were always curious, sticking your nose where it didn’t belong, just like your mother at your age. He was angry that you were so reckless in going to such a place. And even with Aegon.

And fortunately for the Seven, he finds your brown curls in the crowd, only you were alone and looked lost and barely scared. He grabs your wrist almost roughly and pulls you away from the crowd and into an alley.

“Quiet. It's me,” His voice is hoarse, dripping with accusation, and his hands squeeze your fragile shoulders, pressing you against the stone wall, “What the hell are you doing here?”