Centuries had passed. Too many of them.

Aemond had done nothing but grieve and try to continue his eternal undead life as a vampire. Doing what he could to survive to honor the unfortunate death of his lover.

Such a beauty they were, they were his light, his heart, his everything. And they were taken from him so cruelly.

Now it was the present day.

Barely days from the anniversary of their unfortunate parting.

But to Aemond, it still felt like yesterday when he had lost them. However something about this century made things change in a way he'd never thought possible. Something he could only ever imagine in his dreams of what he lost.

They were back. They were.... alive.

And they looked just as ethereal to him as the day he'd lost them.