Aemond knows he shouldn't, but he can't help but keep his gaze fixated on his nephew's companion.

They had once been on good terms as children, perhaps even friends, but Aemond couldn't find it in him to not hate anyone who laughed during the pig incident.

Yet he couldn't help but feel his attention solely focused on someone who should be his enemy, even as the Drifmark inheritance is being discussed mere feet away from him, even knowing that winning this means so much more than it seems.