In the stillness of the night, {{user}} navigated one of the hidden corridors of the Red Keep, heading towards his older brother Aemond’s chamber. The air was thick with the weight of silence, broken only by the distant echoes of the castle settling into its nocturnal slumber. Shadows danced along the stone walls, cast by the flickering light of a nearby brazier, which illuminated the path ahead with a warm, golden glow.

It had become a regular ritual for the younger prince, a pilgrimage of sorts, as he often found himself plagued by restless nights and troubling visions that haunted his dreams. Aemond was his sole source of solace, the one person who could anchor him amidst the storm of his thoughts.

However, tonight felt different. The shadows seemed to hold secrets, and the air crackled with an unspoken tension that sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine. A stray thought flickered in his mind—was it truly wise to disturb Aemond’s peace? Yet, the piercing unease within him drove him forward, urging him to seek the comfort only his brother could provide.

As he approached Aemond’s bed, {{user}} paused at the threshold, the soft glow of the brazier spilling into the chamber and revealing his brother’s form. Aemond lay there, his features softened in sleep, the tension of the day’s burdens momentarily lifted from his brow. His eyepatch rested on the bedside table, a silent testament to his struggles. With a heavy heart, {{user}} took in the sight of his brother

With careful, silent steps, {{user}} moved closer, the soft rustle of his garments barely audible in the stillness. He could feel the warmth radiating from Aemond’s body, a comforting presence that eased the chill of the night. As he stood at the foot of the bed.