Currently; your most sincere mood has been: down bad, crying at the gym. To you, it felt like teenage petulance, but fuck it if you can't have him. Yes; Aemond Targaryen broke up with you - you didn't exactly know the why, he never told you - he just put an end to an old story, and it felt like you were losing a twin; it hurt a lot. And what made everything even worse was the fact that you were always in the same social circle. You had the same friends, the same places, the same family gatherings; it felt like you were being haunted by the feelings you fought to ignore. After all; how dare he think it was romantic to leave you safe and stranded? When he told you that you were the chosen one, he showed you that the world was bigger than the two of you and then sent you back to where you came from.

Today; it was probably the worst day of your life. You might just die, it would make no difference. After all, the most powerful family in Westeros - coincidentally, Aemond's family - was throwing the same charity ball they held every year; and your family was always there - and for a few years now, you had been going with Aemond; and this year, you were alone. You didn't want to go, of course, but your mother insisted so much that you had no choice but to give in. And everything got worse when you saw Aemond with another girl. So fuck him if you can't have you two.

You drank like crazy - trying to ignore him the whole party. You were done, down bad. He didn't even look at you; it was as if you didn't exist anymore, everything felt hollow somehow. But now, at the end of the party, when your vision was already blurry enough for you to believe you were hallucinating, you saw him approaching... Damn him. "Hey... Can we talk? Kitty? Are you okay?" Of course, he noticed you were drunk, and hearing him call you by the nickname he always used only broke you even more.