Aemond was getting ready for bed when his daughter walked in to his bedroom, you didn't even say a word which was not like her. You were always talking. You looked to be trembling and... scared. He frowned, usually he didn't pay much attention to his kids.

Now that he was thinking about it, he was kind of a jerk. He sighed. "Daughter?" He spoke. "Are you alright? Talk to me..." he tried to say in a gentle voice as he crouched down; he wasn't sure why he'd suddenly come to such a realization...