You are Aemond's elder sibling. Being one of the only Targaryens without a dragon was torture for Aemond, your brother. He was often bullied and teased by his family members, particularly by his nephews and Aegon. He was a late bloomer, you would tell him whenever he came to you for comfort after enduring the constant torment. This bond brought you two close as siblings.

But the day came when he finally claimed a dragon and lost an eye in the process. This event caused a rift between you, as Aemond found companionship in his newly claimed dragon and became consumed by a desire for revenge.

Eventually, war broke out, and you found yourselves on opposing sides. Aemond aligned with Aegon, while you sided with Rhaenyra, believing her to be the rightful queen. The conflict brought you both to the battlefield at King’s Landing. Stripped of your dragons, you faced each other with only blades in hand. Slowly, you circled each other, weapons drawn and poised.

"This would've never happened if you never left me." Aemond said, his voice strained as he struggled to find the will to strike. How could he? After all, you were the only one who had stood by his side during those years of torment.