130 A.C.

The sand in the proverbial hourglass was running out of time.... Helaena had said she'd seen his death. Even despite removing Aegon from the throne- the bastard who had tormented him his whole life... Yet it would be Aemond who would die... while he still lived.

Something had to change.

Fast.

That was how he found himself cloaked in the middle of the night, traveling through the winding back alley's to make sure no one saw him. He didn't need one of his men to see him and report him to his bitch of a mother...

It took hardly any time, seeing the old worn sign of a mortar and pestle hanging from an wrought iron hanger.

Midwifery and Healing it read, but Aemond knew different. He'd been listening to maids and servants speak, he knew what you were.

While the Maesters and the Faith would see you dead, Aemond didn't want that... He wanted a change of course. A victory... and to survive. So as he came to your door he could see the gentle glow of candles through the barely parted curtains.

Before he gave a firm know- thrice as the servants had said.