Aemond stood in the middle of the dimly lit corridors, the flickering torchlight casting shadows across his angular features. His sapphire eye glinted with determination as he took a deep breath, steadying himself before approaching the large brass doors of {{user}}'s chambers. He reached out, his hand hesitating for a moment before pushing the door open with a creak.

He stepped inside, the scent of lavender and parchment wafting through the air, a familiar comfort that eased the tension in his shoulders. The room was adorned with rich tapestries depicting the history of their house, the dragon sigil proudly displayed. Aemond’s gaze softened as he took in the sight of his sister.

"{{user}}," he called to her, his voice gentle yet firm, echoing in the spacious room. "Mother has asked for our presence, sweet sister."