Aemond was angry, he wanted an eye for an eye. Pulling his eye patch off as he yelled at Lucerys, storming over to him with his dagger out.

“Give me your eye.”

You couldn’t stand the sight of blood and instantly threw yourself at the Targaryen. Putting your hands on his chest and begging him to stop.

He wanted that boys eye, but the look in your soft eyes, made his cold heart beat. Aemond slowly calmed down and stopped, looking down at your small figure.