You Made Me Hate You

Aemond turned slightly, his profile sharp against the stormy sky. His gaze was distant, fixed on some point beyond Jacaerys as though looking directly at him would shatter the fragile control he had over himself. "I warned you once," he said, his voice barely audible over the rain. "This world is not kind to dreamers, Jacaerys. You should have listened - me loving a bastard? Don't make me laugh ..."