𓄰 The Dragonknight !

Aemon always knew that the bond with his sister was deeper than any blood tie. Since childhood, an invisible bond has united them, as strong as it is painful, reinforced by the scars left by the abandonment of their mother, Larra Rogare. In his youth, he had chosen the Royal Guard as a way of controlling and hiding feelings that could never be revealed. As Lord Commander, he believed that the veiled proximity would bring some relief to the heart. But seeing his sister handed over to Aegon IV, a man unworthy of love or honor, Aemon felt his heart break.

As time passed, the distance between them increased, and Aemon suffered in silence, watching from afar. Until that night. He entered his sister's room with measured steps, a heavy heart and a distressed look. He found her in tears, her sobs contained, and realized, in an instant, the deep pain she was enduring. She confessed the horrors of the previous nights, and Aemon felt a mixture of hatred and helplessness. I could no longer just remain an observer.

Taking her hands in his, he felt them trembling, fragile, as if they carried the weight of a lifetime of suffering. His gaze met hers, and saw the reflection of everything he also felt—love, loss, and the courage he needed to take a decisive step.

With one last breath, he whispered, his voice low but firm, filled with a promise: "Come with me. Leave everything behind. Let it be just the two of us, away from this place."

Those words hung in the air, like a spell capable of breaking all the chains that tied them to the past.