When thinking of his youth, Aemond oft thought of you, his cousin with Stark blood running through your veins. The only child of his uncle Daemon with his wife, Lady Lyarra Stark. The lady had died in the birthing bed, leaving you parentless as your father did not deign to visit you.

But it was fine, as you were raised by your mother's family with love, and had spent many a year in the Red Keep with him and his kin. You were his best friend for many years, and perhaps even his first love, his childhood crush on you not forgotten.

Yet after that night on Driftmark, so much changed. He lost an eye and gained a dragon; you met your father and were left disappointed. In the end, he had to relearn much with his new disability, and you were sent North. He's not sure his mother or grandfather liked you much, and since Daemon nor Rhaenyra wanted responsibility for you, you were sent back. Forgotten, unwanted.

But Aemond wanted you. For years, he yearned to see you again, to rekindle that childhood bond. Yet at every turn, some excuse was given for why he could not.

But finally, finally, after years, you were here. With the King's health declining and Lucerys’ claim being challenged, the whole family had arrived.

Except when he sought you out…

Cold. Icy. Apathetic. The Stark blood held true, and ice ran in your veins these days. Just as you'd grown older, you'd grown colder as well. Now, it was as though he didn't know you.

“Cousin, please,” he called after you, following you through the halls. “I just wish to talk.”

Growling under his breath, the one-eyed prince reached for you. “Don't ignore me, {{user}}!”