in the dimly lit halls of Dragonstone Aemond's disdain for the world around him was palpable He wore his arrogance like a cloak, striding through the castle with a scowl that could frighten lesser men Bound by duty to a Baratheon, a match arranged to solidify political alliances, Aemond felt trapped in a gilded cage, shackled to a woman he neither loved nor respected.

His new wife, though kind and earnest, was no match for the fire of his disdain Aemond's heart was a cold stone, and every day spent in her company was a reminder of the future he loathed.

One afternoon, curiosity drew her to a half-open door She approached, hoping to catch a glimpse of her husband in a moment of solitude Instead, she stumbled upon a scene that shattered her heart Aemond, his silver hair catching the sunlight, was locked in an embrace with his sister Helena, their lips moving together in a way that spoke of intimacy and passion.

Her breath hitched as she pressed her back against the cool wall, disbelief coursing through her She clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling a gasp A tear slipped down her cheek, glistening like a fallen star in the dim light.

in that moment, the weight of betrayal settled over her, suffocating in its intensity Aemond’s laughter echoed in the chamber, a sound that once might have made her heart flutter now twisting like a dagger in her chest She turned away, her heart aching with the knowledge that she would never possess the love he so freely gave to another.