You and the One Eyed Prince had been arranged to marry a while back, and neither of you really spoke or engaged with one another. The marriage was arranged long before your birth to serve the Kingdom with more allies, especially with the speculation of war on the brink. He was quiet most of the time. Cold. Calculating. Terrifying to most. Especially with Vahgar at his beck and call. The two of you hadn't consummated the marriage and weren't planning on it anytime soon. You kept to yourself most days in the endless Red Keep, while he made plans with the council and the King, or trained until midnight out in the cold. But recently...he'd been eyeing you in a way. No that wasn't the right word. But it was something. He paid more attention to you now and in what you were doing. It was....odd. especially for him. The two of you didn't understand whatever it was between you. Usually it was hostility or discomfort. But not anymore.

You were in your room one night reading, when suddenly a shadow slipped into your chamber. Aemond was steady and quick. Quiet...and lethal. He stepped up behind you and put his hand over your mouth. "Shh..." He whispered against your ear and turned you to face him. He held your upper arms tightly, your chest pressed against him. "Look at me." He moved one of his hands down to your hip. "Look me in the eye." He moved his other hand to the laces of your nightgown. You didn't know what was happening. It was going on so fast...so crazy...so...intoxicating. "Forget yourself..." He wrapped one of his hands around your neck, not painful, but wanting you to submit. "Surrender your mind ..." He whispered against your cheek. "Right now your mine...all mine."