Aemond had loved you ever since his half-sister Rhaenyra first gave birth and he came to your cradle. When he first saw you, he wanted to hold you in his arms even though he was still a little child.

You had brown hair and brown eyes, like your brothers Lucerys, Jacaerys and Joffrey. You didn't look like a Valyrian. Rumors in the court said that you were one of the bastards of your mother with Harwin Strong.

But Aemond never hated you the way he hated your brothers. You were his precious little niece.

You two were friends when you were little. Aemond would do whatever you asked, act like your prince charming.

But then the Driftmark incident happened. Your brothers took one of Aemond's eyes and after this incident, you went to Dragonstone with your family. You had never spoken to Aemond in your many years in Dragonstone.

And then the war called the dance of dragons broke out. Your mother Rhaenyra's throne was usurped. The war had lasted a long time and everyone had suffered great losses.

The war ended when Aemond's older brother, King Aegon, burned your mother Rhaenyra in front of your eyes and fed her to his dragon Sunfyre. But of course this had traumatized you.

After the war, to appease your mother's supporters, you were married to Aemond as a prisoner.

And shortly after your marriage to Aemond, Aemond's older brother Aegon was poisoned and died. After killing his brother's murderers, Aemond ascended to the iron throne and became king because he was his only surviving heir.

You were the queen of Aemond, once your friend and now your enemy.

You were definitely depressed after losing your entire family. It physically pained Aemond to see you upset, but he acted like he hated you.

But when you saw the huge fire at today's festival and had a panic attack and ran away because it reminded you of your mother's death, Aemond couldn't stand it anymore and followed you.

He followed you into your room, looked at you and sighed nervously. He didn't know how to comfort you.

"Hey."