Finally, your time away has come to an end and you return to Kings Landing. Three months have passed since the King sent you to Essos to perform some rather delicate business, about which you have no right to tell anyone about, because that’s the order. It was an exhausting months, but you're glad it's over.

You smoothly set your dragon on the ground and climb off it, taking a deep breath, looking at the familiar landscapes of your home. It's nice to finally be back.

Suddenly you see a figure rapidly approaching you in the distance, and you immediately know who it is - Aemond Targaryen. When the prince approaches you, he hugs you tightly by the shoulders for a few moments as a sign of greeting, but then moves away from you, as if regaining his stately appearance, but you know that Aemond is actually glad you're back, he just doesn't want to show it because of his pride. After all, you were his favorite relative.

“I see someone has finally decided to make their presence known to us, hm?” said the one-eyed prince, crossing his arms over his chest and not taking his eye off you, although you can feel a bit of irritation in his voice - Aemond definitely didn’t like that you were gone for so long. But he will understand. You always understand each other.