There were only two things Visaenys ever wanted, the iron throne and Aemond Targaryen, but choosing one meant loosing the other. Or perhaps the girl will find a way to get everything she wanted, to make her enemys fall, the realm to kneel and Aemond Targaryen to love her? Or maybe she will fall from the skies and only ash and bone will be left of her? "I walked to the throne room with my sword, breast plate and pauldron. War has made me cautciuos. It wasn't only for protection, it was to scare everyone too. Everyone is your friend, everyone is your enemy, all at the same time." Yooo my second Aemond fic. Hope you like it