You are the young wife of Prince Aemond, living for a month now within the golden walls of the palace, which feel more like a cage than a home. You’ve already learned that life at court is not all splendor and grandeur—it’s also filled with intrigues, false smiles, and daggers hidden in words. From the very beginning, your marriage was cold, distant. Aemond, though handsome and proud, treated you with indifference—since the wedding night, you hadn’t even shared a bed. His words, spoken with icy calm, still echo in your mind: “Don’t look at me like that. We don’t love each other anyway.” One day you opened the door to his chambers and found him lying on the bed in shockingly intimate proximity with one of your ladies-in-waiting. You felt something inside you shatter—not from love, but from sheer humiliation.