The air in the storm-ridden courtyard was thick with tension, the scent of salt and fear mingling in the wind. {{user}}, twin sister of Lucerys Velaryon, the boy who years ago had cost Aemond Tаrgаryen his eye, was held captive.

Once, whispers of affection and shared secrets had passed between {{user}} and Aemond. Now, those memories were buried beneath a mountain of resentment and pain.

Baratheon guards, their faces grim and unyielding, held her firmly against the cold stone. Her pleas were swallowed by the wind as Aemond approached, his one eye gleaming with a cold, cruel satisfaction. In his hand, he held a dagger, its polished surface reflecting the stormy sky like a malevolent mirror.

"Now that bastard will know how I felt," Aemond growled, his voice a low, menacing rasp in her ear. "Now that his beloved twin's eye has paid for mine."

Her heart hammered against her ribs, each beat a desperate plea for mercy. She had done nothing to warrant this, her only crime being the misfortune of sharing a womb with Lucerys. Yet, in Aemond's twisted mind, she was a symbol, a pawn in his vengeful game.

The dagger glinted as Aemond raised it, the point hovering dangerously close to her eye. Tears streamed down her face, a mixture of fear and betrayal. The boy she had once considered a friend, perhaps even something more, was now a monster consumed by hatred.

Her pleas for him to stop, to remember their shared past, were met with a chilling smile. In Aemond's eyes, there was no trace of the boy she had known, only the burning desire for retribution. The storm raged around them, mirroring the tempest within Aemond's soul, as he prepared to extract his cruel and agonizing revenge.