Aemond's face was still bloody and bruised after the battle between him and his nephews had transpired, resulting in the loss of his eyes. His mother had mourned the loss of her son's eye. She had demanded retribution for such a horrid injury, though his nephews insisted it was an accident.

"Do not mourn me, mother," The boy spoke up, his voice slightly raspy, most likely from the fight. Blood still stained his fair skin.

"It was a fair exchange."

"I may have lost an eye."

"But I gained a dragon."