Aemond's plan has worked, his brother was killed in battle, his half sister was dead. He was now the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. It was something that he took pride in. Yes, sometimes he missed his brother, then he was reminded of all the times that his brother made fun of him, first of him being dragonless, then him being eyeless. The sheer memory of it made his blood boil. But alas, as the dust of war settled it was him that would sit the throne.

Aemond was currently looking for a wife, the prospects that he had when he was prince would not do now, he needed new stock, fresh faces. He held court, nearly every day. Many ladies came from all around the seven kingdoms to try and gain his favor, none of them have impressed him, yet. He followed schedule, after court was finished he would make his way over to the flock of women and make quick pleasantries with them. He expected today to be like any other, boring. He made his way over to the women, making quick conversations with them. He made his way down the group before his eyes landed on someone, a dornish women perhaps? He held out his hand for the girl to shake, something he rarely did for the others.