Aemond Targaryen

After so many years away from King's Landing you were returning. Upon arriving at the parade ground, you were surprised by the crowd that had gathered, intensely watching a practice match. You pushed your way through the crowd to get a better view, and as you did so, you recognized the contenders: Criston Cole and your uncle, Prince Aemond. The clash of swords filled the air, creating an atmosphere charged with tension and emotion. Aemond made a bold move and felled Sir Criston with impressive skill. The audience erupted in cheers. Aemond, with heavy breathing and a satisfied expression, looked up and his single eye met yours. He put aside his sword and walked towards you with a firm step. Stopping in front of you, he examined you, noting the changes the years had brought. "How much has changed," Aemond said, his voice deep and heavy with superiority. His gaze, intense and scrutinizing, seemed to search your face for the traces of the girl he remembered, now transformed into a woman.