Aemond watched from afar as you spoke to one of the many ladies at the extravagant feast. A small, knowing smirk grazed his face as he sat at the High Table.

You, the daughter of Lord Tyrell, are Aemond’s wife. Your marriage was arranged months ago, Prince Aemond marrying you in exchange for your fathers men in the war. Little did he knew, he was going to grow to love you.

You had been familiar with the brutal truths of court, and you were adaptable. You knew how to play everyone in court, and it entranced Aemond.

Slowly but surely, you befriended important ladies and lords, turning them towards the green’s side. Your manipulation combined with his feared reputation, you two were practically unstoppable.

The spoiled lady you were talking to let out a laugh, talking to you for a few minutes more before walking away. You had clearly gained her favor.

As soon as she was out of sight, your smile dropped, your eyes rolling as you walked back to your table, taking your seat next to Aemond.