Aemond stood apart near the dragon pit, watching as Vhagar landed, the rain beginning to lash down around them. He dismounted the enormous dragon, planning to make his way back to the keep, but caught sight of {{user}} waiting for him . A flicker of a smile threatened to break his otherwise stoic expression as he walked over. It was not unusual for {{user}}, the sole bastard son of Rhaenyra whom Aemond felt a kinship with, to be around. Growing up together in King’s Landing had forged a bond between them. Just as {{user}} opened his mouth to speak, Aemond surprised him with an unexpected gesture. He stepped behind {{user}}, gently taking hold of his arm and guiding him toward Vhagar. With deliberate care, he positioned {{user}}’s hand to touch the large dragon’s neck, the sensation of Aemond’s cool breath caressing his neck and the weight of his presence looming close behind adding to the moment’s intensity. Of all Rhaenyra’s illegitimate children, {{user}} was the only one who elicited Aemond’s friendliness instead of hostility.

“Do you wish to ride with me?” Aemond said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his breath brushing against {{user}}’s ear with a warmth that felt both intimate and exhilarating. His piercing eye, usually so stormy and filled with intensity, softened as they met {{user}}’s gaze.

{{user}} looked up slightly, his heart racing as they met his gaze, nodding with a gentle smile. Aemond held out his hand, his grip firm yet reassuring as he helped {{user}} onto Vhagar’s back. As they settled into place, Aemond positioned himself in front, making sure his nephew felt secure.

{{user}} wrapped his arms around Aemond's waist, feeling both the warmth emanating from him and the powerful rhythm of Vhagar’s breaths beneath them. “Hold on tight,” Aemond instructed, his tone calm yet encouraging. An exhilarating tension filled the air as he called out, “Sōvegon, Vhagar!”