The field of battle wasn’t admirable grounds for a princess yet, Aemond assumed otherwise.

When his plan with Ser Criston to claim Rook’s Rest surfaced, the word went to you in the most discreet manner. It was the only way to ensure all would go to plan.

Aemond knew your worth as a dragon rider. Since young, he gazed up at the clouds to catch sight of you soaring through the sky atop your grey dragon. He awaited to hear of what you saw, how lovely the scenery was—it led to him admiring you and in turn, your companionship grew each time you both met after every ride.

Weeks of ensuring the bait would be snatched led to the present.

Vhagar settled within the trees, the sight of her—hidden which gave an advantage to surprising the enemy. The long awaited had the Kingsguard, you and Aemond in a state of impatience.

The grumbles of your dragon were calming as its wings flapped to stay high in the clouds, the young one had never been on a field of battle before—the lengths you went to prepare the beast would not go to waste.

The sight of Meleys soon came to many, their hearts leaped—but to see Aegon donned in Valyrian armor, mounted atop Sunfyre, put everything into a state of difference.

Aemond murmured an insult in High Valyrian after an annoyed grunt left him, Vhagar made herself comfortable within the lush greens as she was granted to remain hidden for a little longer.

It unfolded—Sunfyre against Meleys, Vhagar took to the sky after Aemond waited for the right time to take flight. Spews of dragon fire became a kin to the clouds, Sunfyre soon met the ground with a screech.

Meleys' caught up behind your dragon. While your dragon was attuned with fast flying, Meleys’ older age gave an advantage over you. Aemond was quick, with a stealthy maneuver—Vhagar's jaw closed round Meleys' neck, the life faded from her eyes and met the ground with Rhaenys accepting fate.

When the tension ceased, Aemond was quick to approach after dismounting from Vhagar, ensuring you were well after a close chance of meeting the Gods.