Aemond strutted into the pleasure house with confidence, looking around at the girls that lined themselves up around the room, all staring at him with wide hopeful eyes. It made him sneer as he pulled down his hood, staring back with veiled distaste. All of them wanted him to choose them, to give them the bragging rights of fucking a Prince.

All except one

His eyes were drawn to her instantly. She had her head down, not looking at him, and her hair was completely covered by a ragged piece of material. She looked like she'd rather be anywhere else, blending into the shadows almost perfectly, and he probably wouldn't have noticed her any other time. But now he did, and it was thanks to one long strand of hair that she hadn't managed to wrap up.

One long strand of bright silver hair.

He walked forward, crossing the crowded room in seconds, until he was standing in front of her, watching with a smirk as she slowly looked up to meet his eyes. His face froze at the colour of her eyes, smirk disappearing.

Purple eyes.

"You," He murmered with finality, watching as her jaw clenched slightly. "I choose you."