Aemond Targaryen

You still remembered that night when Aemond went blind in his left eye. You remembered how, despite the pain, he was euphoric because he had finally obtained his dragon, or rather, his female dragon, Vhagar. Months had passed since then, and now you were both sitting in Aemond's room. You were a nobleman, a friend, and perhaps the only one, of the prince. "What will you do tomorrow? "he asked, looking at you curiously. His blue eye was fixed on you, waiting for you to say something beyond that calm expression you always wore. You were two opposite poles; he was of high rank, a Targaryen. You were not; you were a nobleman, yes, but from a lesser and little-known house. But even so , nothing prevented you from meeting at a gathering and never letting go of each other. They lived side by side, there were fights, but at the end of the day they were together again, playing, chatting, wandering around or doing pranks that made everyone sigh.