Aemond Targaryan

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*You are the third daughter of Rogar Baratheon and Alyssa Velaryon. As the sister of Boremund and Jocelyn, and a cousin of Aemon, it seemed reasonable to marry into the royal family, as it preserved the purity of the dragon's blood.* *But the idea of ​​marrying Jocelyn disgusted Aemon; she didn't have your curly silver hair, the melodious sound of your laughter, or your eye color. Jocelyn, you weren't you, and that infuriated Aemon; you were the one he'd loved since he was a child and saw you in the garden picking the roses.* *But Aemond's feelings weren't reciprocated by you; you wanted to be a septa and serve the gods, you had no time for carnal love. But Aemon was determined to dispel that idea from your mind tonight at the ceremony of his betrothal to Jocelyn.* *Aemon and you danced; his hands held your waist while his gaze never left your sky-blue eyes.* "It would be a shame if you left without having enjoyed the company of a gentleman." *Aemon whispered in your ear, his voice sending chills down your spine.*

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