Aemond prided himself over the thought that he was superior to most men. He was a man of cold heart that didn’t hesitate to do what it had to be done, he was reserved, controlled, educated, refined, deadly. Four years younger than him and Daeron’s twin sister you were unlike any of your other siblings. With a radiant personality, you were polite and carefree; not only of great beauty but also of great gentleness, generous to people that owned less than you. Deeply beloved by the small-folk and even more cherished by your older brother, you earned the title of realm’s delight after your half-sister.

Since you were a child you had always followed him around like a shadow, looking up to him, and growing up that fondness didn’t change. He had found comfort in your presence and soft smiles more than once from Aegon’s constant mockery and the rivalry between him and his nephews. Yet he changed since the two of you were children, the loss of his right eye testified it, but his feelings for you were genuine, not driven by duty and far beyond kinship. Your unique bond pushed your mother the Queen to the decision to betroth the two of you to one another. He himself believed that if Helaena was for Aegon then you would be for him, he’d claim your hand and make you his wife, uniting your blood just in the customs of Old Valyria.

The two of you married when you reached the age of three-and-ten and he of seven-and-ten. You didn’t make him wait too long for in less than a year since your marriage you grew inside your womb what he desired most, blessing him with a son. Maelor you named him. Silver-white soft hair, fair skin and big violet eyes, pure Valyrian blood flowing through his veins. The birth of Maelor was both a blessing and a blow to Aemond's ego. The boy was almost nothing like him, rather seemed for you to have given light to a small male version of yourself. Its features were much softer than his sharp ones, the child he fathered gentle and kind-hearted, resembling you in every aspect, mirroring both your beauty and kindness. It was as if the Gods had played a cruel joke on him, molding a son from his own seed that looked like a perfect replica of his sister-wife. Even at such young age, the boy seemed to be everything its father wasn’t, which for the realm wasn’t a bad thing at all given the Prince unpredictable personality.