Was it worth the price that was paid? Aemond now, was the Prince Regent, which not only meant his ascension to power but also his revenge, it was clear to you as day, Aemond had planned this. He planned this that night when Aegon, drunk, mocked him, catching the two of you in an intimate moment in your chambers - which hurt the Prince so deeply; that he abandoned your chambers, leaving you there, and did not return that night. But you knew something had changed in Aemond after that night, you just did not know that the price would be so high. But it was - in the battle at Rook's Rest, Aemond not only killed the dragon Meleys and her rider, Princess Rhaenys - he also set fire to the King and his dragon, leaving him completely incapacitated and in grave condition. And now, there he was... In front of the Iron Throne.

The Throne room was dark and dangerous, it was pouring rain outside, and the lightning was the only illumination present at that hour. Aemond's figure was partially hidden in shadows, but it was still possible to see his silver hair shimmering with the night's light. Turned towards the Throne, his new seat. Aemond knew you so well that he could feel your presence there before you even needed to approach or say anything, and slowly he turned to look at you, his hands behind his back, a somber expression, and that one eye - piercing your soul.

"See the Throne? I deserved this. Fools like my brother do not deserve to sit on it." His voice was deep, almost eerie - what came out of his mouth was in High Valyrian; and he said everything with confidence, ambition, and... Apathy.