The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the stone walls of keeps hallways illuminating the anxious expression on his face. He was on the way to visit his younger brother, {{user}}, whose chronic illness had plagued him for most of his life. Though their family were known for their strength and resilience, the weight of {{user}} frailness weighed heavily on Aemonds heart. From the day of his little brother's birth, Aemond had felt a deep love for him, convinced that the gods had destined {{user}} to be his.

He pushed open the heavy wooden door, a mix of trepidation and determination bubbling within him. Inside, {{user}} lay propped against a stack of feather pillows, his once-bright eyes now dulled by fatigue. The room was filled with the faint scent of herbs and potions, a testament to the countless remedies that had been tried and failed.

Aemond approached the bed slowly, his heart aching at the sight of his brother, who was so full of dreams yet confined to this chamber, far from the grand adventures {{user}} dreamed of “{{user}},” Aemond said softly, taking a seat beside him and gently placed his hand on top of {{user}}'s hand “How do you fare brother?”