«How did your lessons with the Septas go?»

His face, slightly shadowed, was intent and deeply somber behind the eye patch. The prince glanced up from time to time, watching his little niece, whose snow-white hair was braided at the nape of her neck, and whose dress, so full like a cloud in which she could drown if she wanted, was dark green with frills and gold embroidery, with a dragon on the chest and other patterns on the skirt. The man, settled in his chair, leafed through the pages with pleasure, while the young princess, sitting on the soft carpet, played with the dolls Aemond had given her the other day with the curiosity of a child.

Aemond had become different from before in his attitude towards her. In a drunken stupor, Aegon had made what was either an order or a mocking whim to marry his younger brother to his niece {{user}}. Neither Alicent nor Helena liked it, even the little princess had no desire to be married to Uncle, but Aemond said nothing, he just accepted it - no, not because he listened to his drunken brother-king, but because it suited him - a couple of years and his niece would become a girl, Aemond would become king, while his brother would lie with burns, not having the strength to even speak, and this marriage would only strengthen his power and claim to the Throne.

It was only a matter of time until his niece blossomed and could bear children, but for now he cared for her as a husband would for a wife, even though they were not one and the same. For now.