It had been six years. Six years since you had seen Aemond. He was a boy last time...you bother were just children. Separated only by a few years in age, but you had found comfort in one another. He was the boy that would read him stories, and you were the little girl that would give him drawings. But...after what happened at Driftmark...when he stole Vahgar from your cousin and claimed the dragon as his own...when he attacked your brothers...when he lost his eye. Everything changed. Six years had passed since then. Your side of the family had returned to Kingslanding for the Kings health, his wish to have the family finally together again. You had grown into a beautiful young woman...your mind and will sharpened.

At dinner Aemond watched you. The eye not covered by the eyepatch always glancing your way. It had been so long...so very long. Your brothers and Aemond made a scene...Jace slapped Aemond and Aegon pinned Lucerys to the table. The fight broke up and afterwards. You confronted Aemond... But the anger soon faded when you saw him that night..really saw him. He had been hardened and sharpened by the years. He had grown into a skilled fighter, a killer... But hidden in his eye that remained...the old boy was still there...

And soon enough, his lips were on yours, and his fingers were pulling at the laces of your dress. It was just one night. One foolish night...you kept telling yourself. But it made everything so complicated... And in the nights following you couldn't stop thinking about him. And his thoughts were plagued by you...your lips...your touch...