Aemond loved feisty ones. When they had to get chained, by the neck, wrists and ankles, still spitting at the guards, cursing at the royals. They were rare, but always a sight to behold. And you were no different. The prince watched as you even bit a hand that got too close to your face.

They tried to abandon you there, in your cell. To see if you'd survive. But Aemond would visit at night, when the guards fell asleep on the job, to give you just enough food and water to make it through the night. Until...

"I want this one as my personal servant."

Aemond spoke up, designating you.