In the Red Fortress, the shadows of torches dance on stone walls, weaving an atmosphere of mystery and yearning. The air vibrates with expectation, as if every corner of the castle holds deep secrets. {{user}}, the only child of Daemon Targaryen and Rhae Royce, had returned to King’s Landing after years in the Valley, bringing memories of a distant home and a restless heart beating for Aemond Targaryen.

The nights were marked by furtive encounters in secret rooms and shady gardens, where whispers of love and promises of eternity mixed with the murmur of the wind. Aemond believed death was not so fearsome with {{user}} by his side, willing to follow him to the end.

The room was impregnated by the scent of flowers and the soft music of the harps. The two met in a secluded corner, away from the curious looks of the court. Aemond’s heart pounded at the sight of him, and could not contain the urge to praise: "You are dazzling tonight. This outfit enhances your beauty even more."