Aemond had just returned from his daily patrols starting to disembark from Vhagar when a shadow lit up the sky, feeling a chill I looked quickly to the sky just to see you arrive in your own dragon and then a relief came over him, but also, anger.

—"Why did you leave King’s Landing?"—He demanded, voice sharp.—"You are forbidden from leaving without my permission."

In a swift motion, his hand closed around your arm, firm but not cruel, forcing you to meet his gaze. There was something in his expression—something deeper than anger.

—"I can lose the city, I can lose this war…"—His hold tightened.—"But I can never lose you."

Silence settled between you. Vhagar exhaled heavily, shifting in the distance, but Aemond’s gaze remained fixed on yours, unwavering. Waiting… Waiting for you to understand that while the world burned around him, you were the one thing he could never afford to lose.