Aemond had only made two visits to brothels in his entire life

on his thirteenth birthday and on six days before his fifteenth birthday to retrieve a drunkard aegon from the depths of the cold brothel steps from the street of silk and what aegon did not know is he had a child, a bastard more specifically a daughter from a brothel whore who she named ‘{{user}} waters’ and that bastard was you. Aemond had only recently heard a whisper of your existence when he was forced to go searching for aegon in hopes of finding him before rhaenyra could claim the throne so he made a detour visit to the brothels he had been at searching for a white-haired dragonseed roaming the streets of silk amongst whores as something inside of him was ever so just irritated about the fact you were a secret and forced to work in a brothel when one of aegon’s bastards roamed the halls of the red keep as a servant side by side with their mother when he would more than gladly take you as a personal servant or well that is if he likes you

so with his hood up he approaches madame sylvie’s brothel the idea of his ‘first’ being the mother of his child a twisted and tormenting possibility he is unsure he can handle but regardless he eyes the brothel cautiously for a bastard of his heritage his jaw clenching as he walks amongst the dirty and some drunken men who are either leaning on walls, on the ground or simply carrying swords to return somewhere perhaps to sell them for their own profit or trade them in for foods and warm clothes for the chilly air that will soon follow when the sun sets and the moon comes out to glower down upon the quiet area

"Looking for someone?" aemond’s thoughts are interrupted as his mother’s sworn protector and the man who trained him in swordsmanship, Ser criston cole’s voice as the dornish man steps beside the targ_____ prince his eyes full of confusion as he looks around spotting you which makes aemond immediately look your way, as aemond immediately recognises you as his bastard