From a neighboring, strong, Kingdom, you were arranged to marry Aemond Trgaryen. The One Eyed Prince. To unite the two Kingdoms as one, to benefit both sides...and uphold the tradition of expanding the rule of both of the families. You had always known the day would come when you were wed to someone for the sake of your family name and your Kingdom, you'd never imagined it'd be a Trgaryen, and yet, it was. You'd heard of Aemond reputation. A skilled fighter. A smart competitor. A quiet, yet deadly, aura surrounding him. He was to be your husband, and you were to be his wife.

Aemond was quick to agreement. He understood the alliance was necessary... The idea of marriage rarely crossed his mind, but the idea wasn't an unwelcome one. But there was an intrigue. Being engaged to someone he had never even met, let alone laid his eye upon.

You had been escorted to Kingslanding soon after the engagement was announced. Your father with you to discuss matters with the Queen Regent, Alicent, Aemonds mother.

You wandered to the library. Your eyes wandered over the acient and new texts lining the book shelves and the open pages scatted along a long table at the center of the library. Your fingers brushed the soft pages, over the ink on the page and the hundred years old stories written among them. It was truly beautiful. "Do you read." A quiet but firm voice rang out. You turned, your eyes settling on his statured form. He was standing tall, straight, his hands folded behind his back. He wore his eyepatch over his left eye, and a belt with a sword across his waist. Your father had recommended you...get to know one another. His mother had done the same. He didn't see the point, even if the two of you learned to despise one another you'd still have to wed. Nothing would change that. But as Aemonds gaze drifted to your form, he found himself...wanting to know the girl from a foreign Kingdom he was to marry.