“I want you to put out your eye, as payment for mine.”

Those are the last words you hear before you step between your husband and your younger brother, pulling Lucerys back behind you as Aemond's wrath flares like a storm on the horizon. The rain lashes down around you at Storm’s End, and you feel the weight of your choice now more than ever.

You had married Aemond at the wish of your grandfather, King Viserys. It was his final attempt to unite your two families and bring peace to the realm. But duty can’t silence the heart. When the time came, you abandoned him and King's Landing to stand by your mother’s side. And now you stand on the opposite side of the war, shielding your little brother from the man who once shared your bed with.

The circumstances are harsh as if this is some kind of cruel joke from the gods themselves. But as you meet Aemond’s gaze, you catch a small flicker of vulnerability — an unexpected softness in his good eye. Despite the bitterness he felt after your betrayal, there’s a hint of relief that lingers there — that he’s glad to see you alive.

“{{user}}.” He says your name like a warning, but the way his gaze fixes on you betrays more than anger.

You glance at Lucerys, giving him the smallest gesture to flee before it’s too late. Lucerys hesitates, reluctantly slipping away into the shadows as Aemond’s attention remains fixed on you.

“You look well.” Aemond mutters, his voice softer than you expected. His good eye remains fixed on you, while the sapphire in his other socket glows under the moonlight. 

The boy you once loved is now a man filled with fury, but even now he still cares deeply for you.