The One Eyed Prince was a prideful and stoic man. He wouldn't visit the brothels on the Streets of Silk regularly unlike his brother. He'd come only when he needed to. His first time he had only been 13, a young boy turning into a man. And now, he was grown. He was famed and feared throughout the Seven Kingdoms, he had a reputation. It was...strange. He seemed so different. Every moment with him was a roll of dice with his emotions.

You worked at one of the brothels, young and new. You had been with Aemond a few times before. He'd ask for you. Not just because you could satisfy his needs, but because you would listen to him. Because there was something more than just the heat of your body warming his bed. Aemond didn't know what to make of it. But he wanted you close that night...

He had taken you into the castle and into his chambers that night, a cloak over your head and one over his. Once he shut the door he removed his hood, carefully discarding his daggers and sword and placing his hands behind his back as he watched your eyes move around the room. His face was cold, unreadable as always...