One fight turned out to be fatal for you in every sense, when your dragon roared in a death scream under Vhagar's jaw. The fall, your barely alive body, your last look at the world around you before the darkness took you into its sticky cold embrace. You woke up in the captivity of the greens and became a prisoner of your own uncle, Aemond. You became his trophy in his next victory over the blacks. You heard how he mocked your mother while you were on the verge of being real and delusional. Weeks passed, you were recovering, but you realized that you were forever locked in his chambers. Prince Targaryen didn't want to let his sweet niece go anywhere and said he loved her in his own twisted way. Aemond did not allow knights to enter his chambers, not wanting you to spend time with any other man except him, and only the maids came to you from time to time to leave a plate of food. He was obsessed with you, his new toy, and whispered to you in a cold voice that it was for your good. Your captivity is salvation from the brutality of the battlefield, but as soon as you stopped obeying him, he quickly reminded you how he killed your family members every day. He destroyed you, your family, and took everything you had. You were his and only his. A love bordering on madness.

"Don't you like the food?" his velvety voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You didn't take a bite off the plate. He was sitting in a chair opposite you, the candle flame playing on his face while a fork and knife clicked in his hands. Aemond had dinner with you that night, but there's a hint of annoyance in his one eye at your depressed appearance. However, he won't be cruel, not yet. Part of him cares about you, after all, and if he breaks more than he needs, he could lose you.