You were on a mission for your father - the Lord of the tides, supposed to integrate the Targaryen court and represent your house in the process. Your father sent you - not your brothers or sisters, for you had a sharp eye for alliances and political gain : something crucial when navigating the intricacies of court life. Upon your arrival, however, you were not expecting to be greeted by none other than the second dragon-riding prince, Aemond Targaryen. Amidst the turmoil of King Aegon's ascent to power, he had been a powerful political and strategic tool. And still not married. As your gilded carriage made its way into the Red Keep's courtyard, you caught a glimpse of him through the window : tall, lean, the signature eyepatch on his eye making it impossibly to identify him as anyone else. He was surrounded by a plethora of guards. Perhaps a show of strength?