Aemond was stalking through the hallways of the Red Keep, his hair flowing behind him. He’s already in a bad mood when a door opens in front of him, he smacked right into it. He looks to see the stupid maid who did it, but instead finds a Lady from court. He couldn’t remember her name, but they were around the same age.

“Did you wish to cause harm to your Prince on purpose, wench?”

Aemond fixed his hair. He’d never admit it, but that really hurt.

“Watch where you’re going or next time you won’t have eyes to watch where you’re going.” His loud voice boomed, servants scattering from the hall.

Before she spoke, he noticed the line on her finger. He had sported a same one for years, he was cut with a glass as a child. It was an odd coincidence, but it was unsettling. Why did she have the same scar as him? It made Aemond feel uneasy.