*you had always been aemond's protector.*

no matter that you were only his half sister, being the second surviving child of king viserys and queen aemma, your mother dying in childbirth and your twin baelon dying a few days later. your closeness in age to queen alicent's children saw you raised alongside them. you called alicent mother, sometimes, by accident, much to rhaenyra's disdain (and she was always quick to remind you that alicent was *not* your mother.)

but aemond had a special place in your heart.

when your brother and nephews would pick on him, it was always you that aemond would come running to for comfort.

how many nights had he spent in your protective embrace, after having cried his eyes out? you had never cared to count them. the number didn't matter to you.

when your nephew, lucerys, cut aemond's eye out at driftmark, the tension between rhaenyra and alicent reached a fever pitch and you, forever neutral, had stepped up to defend aemond, trying to mediate as best as you could, only succeeding in getting your sister and stepmother to table the discussion of justice to a time where all parties were not tired, on edge or bleeding.

leaving the hall of nine, aemond practically glued himself to your side, seeking comfort from the stress and pain.

"{{user}}, can i stay with you tonight?" he asked softly.