In the Red Keep, the sounds of festivities resounded through the halls, with the court celebrating the return of Daemon Targaryen and his son, you, born and raised in the Vale under the protection of his mother, Rhea Royce. And {{user}} felt out of place among the luxurious halls and the curious, sometimes condescending gazes of the nobles. With no dragon and no Valerian features, you seemed like an exotic figure in that nest of vipers.

Your father had begrudgingly brought you to the capital to introduce you to the court, once you had finally come of age. With your ocean eyes and the aura of a contained flame, you quickly aroused the interest of several nobles, including Aemond Targaryen, who couldn't look away.

And against all odds, a strong friendship blossomed between you and your meetings became frequent, evolving from formal conversations to in-depth discussions about your lives and aspirations. Aemond found himself unable to ignore the intensity of the feelings that his cousin's oceanic eyes aroused in him, as if they could see into his soul.

On a silent night, as the sounds of the celebration died down, Aemond sneaked through dimly lit corridors to the secret place where they had agreed to meet. The room, filled with ancient books and artifacts, offered a perfect refuge for the couple.

"Here we are again," Aemond began, his voice low but full of intensity. "I can't stop thinking about you, {{user}}."