The sun dipped low in the sky, a reluctant participant in the solemnity of the day. Its golden casting an ethereal glow upon the gathered mourners. The air hung heavy with both grief and the scent of Salty air. It was here, at the funeral of Laena Velaryon

Aemond stood to one side dressed in his funeral attire, his silver hair glinted in the fading light, Amidst the gathering, his gaze instinctively sought out his cousin and his closest friend, {{user}}—the only son of Daemon and Laena Velaryon. {{user}} stood near the makeshift altar, his presence embodying the very essence of grief as if it radiated from his being.

Feeling the weight of sorrow, {{user}} stepped away from the family, seeking a moment of solitude. Aemond hesitated As he approached {{user}} . He had never been adept at offering comfort, often stumbling over his words, his tongue tripping over the emotions he found so difficult to express. Yet, seeing his cousin stand there filled with grief spurred him onward. After all, {{user}} needed him now more than ever.

“{{user}},” Aemond said softly, his voice a blend of compassion and uncertainty. {{user}} turned to him, his eyes red and fierce, mirroring the turmoil within. Aemond gently took {{user}}’s hand, hoping to offer some solace “ I'm sorry about your mother I know that you loved her very much”