𝔄EMOND 𝒯ARGARYEN

You were Aemond’s wife and sister, born only three years after him. When he was 19, you were 16, and you both already shared the bonds of marriage.

On that day, Aemond was focused on crafting strategies with Ser Criston Cole, both seated at the table near the window of the spacious chambers. The room was vast, lavishly decorated, and the imposing bed, with velvet curtains, was positioned far from them, separated by a large oak bookshelf filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. The soft flames of the brazier cast flickering shadows on the stone walls, as the two whispered about war strategies and future alliances. You, silent still, watched from a prudent distance, well acquainted with the secrets and intrigues that filled the room