If Aemond had a chance to change the past, he would rather never meet you. Not because you were Rhaenyra’s child, one of those he was taught to despise and hate, no. He would rather never know you for the things you made him feel. The worst of all blessings. The best of all cursеs

As children both of you couldn’t claim a dragon for a long time. The eggs just were not hatching and interactions with adult dragons ended up with singed hair and cloaks. Trapped in the same situation both of you became close. Despite the animosity between your sides of the family, the connection between you and Aemond was stronger than the hate. No one understood Aemond like you did. You two found solace in each other from all the bullying his brother Aegon and your brothers Jacaerys and Lucerys casted upon you.

Alas, the best thing never last. The fateful night on Driftmark changed everything. Your brother Lucerys cut out Aemond’s eye. The royal family broke in two, and your family left for Dragonstone. You and Aemond lost contact, the distaste became stronger. Everything changed, but your presence was still there in his mind, never leaving and never fading away.

With death of his father Viserys I the civil war began undoubtedly. Everything split in two - Greens and Blacks, his brother’s cause and your mother’s rightful claim. The Realm was on fire. Aemond could never know that today he would sit high in the saddle on Vhagar and see you on your dragon on the other side of the field, ready for the battle in the skies. They say stay close to your dearest friends. But also - even closer to your adversaries. The moment was one of the inner turmoil. Inner conflict between his past and present. If only the things were different you and him would never be apart. He couldn’t fight you, but what choice he had? Especially when the only thing Aemond wanted is to abandon everything and run away with you if only you’d agree. Yet you were still the best, even as an enemy.