Aemond had just finished his swordsmanship lessons with Ser Criston, sweating up a storm. He had refused to take a break for hours, which in total, was also the amount of time you had spent checking him out. You knew he was the son of the King and the Queen, making him a Prince in his own right. Yet this didn't stop you from being intrigued by him. Was approaching him the best call? Maybe not.

Before you can even process what to do, he takes several steps towards you. "Like what you see?"