You were married to Prince Jacaerys, unfortunately. Despite Jacaerys already betrothed to Baela Targaryen, you had been promised to him to help strengthen the households of your own and the targaryens. Despite having a "duty" to uphold, when Jacaeys politely asked if tonight was the night, he never found you despite how many guards he sent, or how long he looked. You’d disappear into the night.

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Tonight was no different, Aemond who had swooped you up off into his chambers for the night, taking you on dragon back to a little island far from Driftmark. There, He stood by his dragon, listening for any signs of the black bastards, tensed and on edge. "I assume he's given up the search." He drawled sourly, his tone rigid as he nods after moment. His eye landing on you. “My love, please —” he whispers, taking a step towards you. “Why would you stay with them? You’re welcomed to King’s landing, you know that”