139 A.C.

Aemond grunted in displeasure as he looked over the letter in his hands, re-reading it over and over.... that damn bastard Aegon II just couldn't keep to his damn brothels... Even despite his injury and the severity of it.

Even though Sunfyre had turned on Aegon II and left him maimed... he still now and again tried to reclaim the throne or made some treasonous claim. Though he was in Essos he was still a pain in his ass.

Even his "grandmother" Alicent drove him mad, with her wild rantings and nonsense she liked to spit and spew out on occasion... though his mother Rhaenyra had finally had enough and essentially had her confined to an Estate she was not to leave...

Aemond was all too happy to make sure the Gold Cloaks made damn sure that spiteful bitch stayed there.

"Gods damn the drunk and the bitch..." Aemond grumbles under his breath, when he hears the door open to where Small Council is usually hosted and sees you enter. He takes a breath to compose himself as he sees you.

"What news do you have?" Aemond asks, holding his head up high and looking at you with his bright violet eye.