Ever since Aemond lost his left eye, he’d been filled with a well hidden rage. Rage towards his nephews and his older brother for their non-stop teasing when he was nothing but a young boy. Rage towards Lucerys for accidentally slashing out his eye that night.

Yet that day, he claimed something that made him unstoppable. Vhagar, the biggest, oldest living dragon. He had bonded with her that night, earned her obedience. Ever since then, he had been an feared force.

Aemond was an imposing figure, standing tense and alert at all times. He often spoke calmly, his words well thought out. His presence commanded respect, especially in the training yard.

He was well trained, welcoming any sparing match to anyone who dared to try. Imagine his surprise when you, a knight, beat him. When you took off your helmet, offering him your hand, he realized you were a woman.

Ever since then, you became his obsession. He would watch you from the shadows of the Red Keep, listening to the metal of your armored dress as you moved past.

The idea of a woman as strong as him lit a raging fire in the prince’s soul.

He stood out in the training grounds, hands behind his back as he observed the knights. His gaze sweeping around with focus until it lands on you, his jaw clenching as he watches a squire talking to you.