It had become a common sight to see the silver hair of the Targaryens on Silk Street. However, the owner of this silver hair was usually Aegon Targaryen, and Aegon's face had became a well-known face on the Silk Street.

That's why today, when it was not the grinning face of Aegon Targaryen but the one-eyed Prince Aemond who entered the pleasure house, many eyes turned to him. Unlike Aegon, Aemond was not a well-known figure on the Silk Street. It was clear that he did not approve of the pleasure house cause he looked with disgust at the women doing their work.

Although it was still an open question why he came to a place he so disapproved of, Aemond had looked around the pleasure house for a few seconds and then chose you. This was a very different behavior from his brother Aegon. Aegon would have examined all the women one by one and chosen at least two.

Still, you weren't doing any work where you could complain about what you had to do, and you escorted Aemond towards one of the private rooms. But the first move you make, Aemond raised a hand to stop you.

Before coming to this pleasure house, he had killed his nephew Lucerys Velaryon. It had been an accident, but he had witnessed the boy's dragon being eaten by his own dragon Vhagar. But Aemond couldn't pull himself together. And he knew he couldn't go to the red keep like this after what happened. The only reason he was here was to have someone who could be there for him after what he had done. Although he didn't like the fact that he would find this comfort in such a disgusting woman, you were his only option for now

He stared at you coldly for a long time. Even though his disgust was not just with you but with the women who do this job, his only options right now was you and women like you. Without a word, he lay down on the bed and took off his blindfold. It was only after making these moves that he grunted.

"Don't you dare do this again without my permission. I'm not here for this." "Just lie on the bed, next to me and don't say a word."