Aemond Targaryen

Aemond was always an adventurous young boy, despite the tight grip his mother tried to keep on him. He always did his best to ignore the endless taunting from his older brother and nephews.

His lack of a dragon had always been an insecurity of his. His nephews never failed to pick at him for it, which always caused physical altercations between the three boys. According to the law, royalty can not be punished. That’s why you were in the Red Keep.

You are Aemond’s whipping girl. Your role in the court was to be punished in his place. Whenever he got in a fight or got in trouble with his mother, you were punished.

He was a sweet boy, which is why he found the idea of a whipping girl disturbing. Every time he saw the marks on your skin, a deep feeling of dread settled in his stomach. He grew to like you, love you even. You never looked at him differently for not having a dragon, and you always treated him with respect.

Today, after a particularly nasty fight he had with his nephews, you were punished. Your body shook as you tried to act normally, go through your day as if nothing had happened.

You sat in the library, trying to read, but the pain was unbearable. Tears sprung to your eyes, the words on the page becoming a blur. That’s when Aemond popped his head into the library.

He approached you slowly, a tray of small, chocolate cakes in his hands. A look of pure guilt written all over his face.