You were supposed to be engaged to Aemond, not your idiot nephew Jacaerys. It was complete nonsense that your father Viserys betrothed you to Jacaerys at a family dinner to reconcile his wife, and your mother, Queen Alicent and his daughter Rhaenyra Targaryen. Still, not even an engagement could stop you from be Aemond's secret lover.

After a disgusting dinner with Jacaerys to get to know each other, which serves no purpose other than to please your father, Viserys, you quickly went to Aemond's Chambers. Aemond was in bed, reading a book, or at least pretending to be, because his gaze was focused on one word and he wouldn't even take his eyes off it. His fists were clenched. Aemond always hated it whenever you were forced to spend time with Jacaerys.

The moment you entered his chambers, Aemond's gaze lifted from his book and looked at you. He spoke with a sour tone.

"How was dinner with your Strong fiancee, darling?"