When his mother sat him down, Aemond was prepared for anything. Being told he was to be fostered, that somebody had died, that one of her and grandfather's plans had succeeded...

That he'd be given a dragon egg–

It was none of those. His mother knelt before him, holding his hands as she explained that days past they'd discovered a person... a dragon rider, of sorts.

A non-Valyrian that rode a dragon bigger than Balerion the Black Dread had ever grown, one that was golden and had three heads!

Aemond was in obvious awe. He loved dragons despite not having his own and had learned all he could about them. Nowhere in any book had there ever been mention of a three-headed dragon; the only three-headed dragon was the one on his family's coat of arms; a metaphor, nothing more.

And he'd be marrying you. His mother had explained that the King had arranged it, his father knowing such power belonged in their family and only theirs.

So here Aemond was, standing in the courtyard, awaiting you (his betrothed!) so that he might finally meet you. The sky thundered with the wing beats of the mighty beast you rode, and he watched you in silent awe as you easily climbed down its back to the walls, then made your way down to the courtyard; you waved the dragon away, and it obeyed easily.

Swallowing his nerves, the young prince stood straight. "Greetings, my lady. It is a pleasure to meet you." He says stoically, reciting the words he'd memorised. His heart was pounding, a shy flush heating his cheeks.