Storming down the red keep halls came the prince Aemond. The loud sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty passageway. Yet the sound of leather on stone not loud enough to drown out his thoughts and feelings of embarrassment, frustration and self pity.

He knew his mother would give poor comfort. Say the usual phrase of "one day you'll get a dragon" Yet to Aemond, it seemed that day would and will never come. Only to forever have the title of Aemond the Dragon-less with his elder brother and nephews.

So, who else to fall upon then his most trusted caring eldest sister instead.

Pushing open your chamber doors in a rush, his eyes land on you with relief before he closes the door behind them. It was clear he was upset. Just his body language and expression on his face being the indicator you needed to confirm that your elder brother had done something wrong again.

"They gave me a pig."

Aemond said with distaste and vemon, his eyebrows furrowing as his head lowers. Tilting his face to the left while his hands tighten by his side.