In the dim light of dawn, the sun hadn’t yet begun to stretch its golden fingers across Kings landing . The castle was still shrouded in the soft veil of night, Their chamber was quiet, the kind of stillness that wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, save for the distant sounds of the castle. Aemond lay awake beside his twin brother, {{user}}, who was still lost in the world of dreams.

The two brothers had always shared a bond that was incomprehensible to outsiders. But as they grew older, Aemond felt a shift within himself—an ember of feelings he couldn’t quite grasp. His affection for {{user}} had grown beyond brotherly love.

As he lay there, Aemond’s silver hair fell across his forehead, catching the early light. He turned on his side, facing his twin. The familiar features of {{user}}—the delicate curve of his lips, the gentle rise and fall of his chest—drew Aemond in closer. A mischievous thought flitted into his mind: what if he could steal a kiss? Just a peck on the cheek. It would be harmless, a fleeting moment to hold onto, just for him.

His heart raced as he leaned in, the world around him fading into a soft blur. He inhaled the comforting scent of {{user}}—the mixture of soap and something sweet, a combination that brought an inexplicable sense of belonging. Aemond paused, breathing in deep, feeling the rush of bravery and shyness mingling in his veins.

But just as he tilted his head forward, {{user}} shifted in his sleep, turning slightly toward Aemond. In that fleeting moment, the angle changed, and what started as a whisper against cheek transformed into an accident—a brief collision of lips.

Aemond's eyes widened in sheer shock as he pulled back, heart pounding in his chest. Red crept across his cheeks, the warmth of humiliation flooding him. He hadn’t meant for that to happen!