The last time Sylvi had seen you was on your thirteenth name day

Brung into a brothel alongside your brothers, aemond and aegon just as aegon had done on aemond’s thirteenth but aemond was reluctant to visit even running the first second aegon let go of the once sullen young boy’s arm leaving you in aegon’s cruel grasp similar to aemond’s birthday you lost your innocence on the night of your name day all influenced by aegon who by now forgot sylvi even existed and forgot the experiences he had enforced you and aemond into at very young ages so when sylvi was greeted in her brothel by a much taller, sharper featured long haired targ____ male with one eye and another prince trailing behind him she immediately recognised you and aemond at first it was amusing but that amusement settled when she gave comfort to a scorned aemond who was shaken– if you can call it that over his nephew lucerys death as aegon rests his head on her bare tannish shoulder her eyes drift towards you with a certain curiosity in them wondering why you came

you had never stepped foot on the streets of silk after your thirteenth nameday shame, guilt, resentment, hatred perhaps all mushed into one snowball which will slowly unravel until it kills you or those around you either way you had her attention as her hand absentmindedly ran through aemond’s soft locks of hair her brothel robe draped lazily skin peering out on show for yours and aemond’s gazes but unlike most men your eyes seem to not care for a woman’s bust nor a woman’s curves her braid moving against her free shoulder she turns her head fully to address you a small twitch at the corner of her lips

“You’ve grown.” She comments in a certain tone, raising an eyebrow at you as she observes your half nude body and every single muscle twitch which you naturally have