A decade past, Aemond’s mother decreed a brutal justice—"An eye for an eye." It was Lucerys who had taken Aemond’s eye in a reckless childhood skirmish, a deed that forever scarred the bond between the Greens and Blacks.

Now, with King Viserys dead, chaos erupts over the throne—Rhaenyra’s claim challenged by Aegon’s usurpation. Aemond was dispatched to Storm’s End, seeking alliance with Lord Baratheon, while Lucerys was sent by the Blacks. The Lord of Storm’s End promised loyalty through marriage, but Lucerys, already betrothed to Beala, could not accept. Baratheon offered to chose one of his three daughter, yet pointed out {{user}} was the smartest and most fitting one. Aemond, however, chose the eldest daughter Sarah—another prize, another taunt from the Lord’s household. Aemond’s eyes darkened as {{user}} sneered at him. “So, Aemond, was it your eye that Lucerys took? Or one of his balls?” she spat. “I’m glad you chose my sister— I want a husband with all of his parts.”

The taunt ignited a storm within him. Rage and humiliation mingled as Aemond pursued Lucerys, demanding his lost eye. Their dragons clashed in fiery skies, a deadly ballet of fury. Vhagar, the ancient beast, struck with savage might, killing Lucerys in a burst of flames—an outcome no one had foreseen. But Aemond’s wrath was not yet sated. In a cruel, vengeful act, he severed the boy’s eyes from his lifeless body, a gruesome trophy of his fury. With trembling hands, he placed the grisly evidence into a sack and strode back to Storm’s End.

There, he cast the sack before {{user}}, eyes glinting with dark intent.
“Here. Your prize.”