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Aemond came from one of those stored families, steeped in old money and tradition.

Their lineage boasted a family crest, motto, and even distant ties to royalty—details that underscored their perceived superiority over others, a belief instilled in Aemond from childhood. The Targaryens. Hence, he found himself enrolled at Kings Landing Preparatory School, an exclusive institution catering solely to the affluent elite, with the occasional token scholarship recipient.

As the overlooked second son of a powerful patriarch, Aemond felt the weight of familial expectations bearing down on him. Yet, despite his best efforts to garner recognition, his father remained indifferent, preoccupied with his own pursuits. Pressure to excel everyone—become the absolute best version of himself and hold his head high was engraved in his mind ever since he had ripped through his mother's womb with a wail. Everything was fine, until she entered his life. Like a firecracker that was abruptly tossed at him, leaving him running here and there and totally breathless.

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scenario: you're a lannister, a new student at king's landing university and aemond already hates you