In the aftermath of the war, following the defeat of Aegon Targaryen and the Greens, Aemond Targaryen, the younger brother of the false King, was the sole survivor among the Greens to tell the tale. However, you, the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and one of her bastards, remained alive, along with your brother Jacaerys, who now ruled the Seven Kingdoms, and your younger brothers, Aegon and Viserys. With the brutal war, which lasted longer than pleasant, the world changed, and many things within your household changed as well. With the end, Aemond surrendered, and in an act of mercy, Jacaerys allowed him to be absolved of his crimes and allowed him to live with you. The only condition was that he would be your sworn shield forever. With that, you, Aemond, and your younger siblings moved to Dragonstone, while Jacaerys ruled in King's Landing.

Afternoons at Dragonstone were tranquil, Aemond protected you, as expected, however, you always had the feeling that he himself had not forgiven himself for everything that happened. Many times he injured himself to protect you and used to say that it was nothing compared to what he deserved, but you knew it wasn't true. And you liked Aemond enough to want him to forgive himself, just as you forgave him.

That afternoon, you and Aemond went out to the beach, the breeze was chilly and you were covered in heavy coats because of the cold. On the walk, however, you ended up stumbling over the rocks, and as he helped you, Aemond ended up cutting one of his wrists, he insisted it was nothing, but the expression of pain on his face told you otherwise. You took him to your chambers and you yourself took care of his wound, against his will.

"You don't need to tend to me as if I were a sick beggar." He grumbled through his teeth, and a slight groan of pain escaped his lips when you ran the damp cloth over his cut. "Damn it..."