At first, Aemond had not believed the rumors about you when you arrived at court

Some said you came from the North, others from the South, or even from Essos. You were mysterious, an enigma that excited the court fond of scandal and gossip. Until then, he had not really paid much attention to your presence, until he overheard a conversation between two servants. You were supposedly a witch

It had seemed absurd to him. Yet he could not help but get closer to you, until some even said that the prince was courting you. This was not the case, of course. He was a royal, it was not worthy of him to court a lady from who knows where with rumors of witchcraft after her. Isn't it?

Deep down Aemond was no longer sure after spending all these moons with you, walking in the gardens of the Red Keep, listening to you talk about history and herbology. Was he really attached to you? No, no, no, you are just a simple witch, even if he had no proof yet, he could not

So he moved away from you. To try to get you out of his head, the prince began to chat with certain ladies more suited to his rank, like this Lanister girl. But they were never as interesting as you, as cultured, as mystical…

Aemond didn’t pay much attention when the Lanister’s death was announced to him this morning. The poor girl must have fallen from her balcony. An idiot to the end, he had thought. However… something was wrong. He ordered the guards to leave the body where it was so he could inspect it

Her skull had exploded against the ground, a sign of her fall, everything was normal. His one eye stopped on a detail. A grove of yellow roses was near the corpse, symbol of jealousy. Aemond would have sworn that it hadn’t been there yesterday. The strangest thing was the presence of black raven feathers above the lady’s body. He knew that it was the symbol of your house

"It’s a real sadness, isn’t it, my prince ?" You whispered in his ear in a satisfied tone. He put his hand on his sword, reflexively. He hadn’t heard you coming. How was that possible?