You never liked storms.

Maybe because your alone night while it happened when you were just a kid. But well, it wass still something you were afraid of, making you get all tense, to the point you almost wanted to cry.

But you can't. Because you are the future heir to the Iron Throne. Not a little kid that can do anything they want. So you can't just cry for something nonsense as a storm.

At least thats what you say to yourself on your mind right now.

The storm started a hour ago, raising you from your peaceful sleep sharply and unpleasantly. You tried to stay silent as possible. Not wanting to wake Aemond as he sleept near you, after all he went to the bed earlier than normal saying his eye ached. The eye your brother took away from him. So you bite your tongue to stay silent.

But the next one come harsher and louder than the others, it's light flashing outside bigger and you cant help the yelp left your body. And that, made Aemond rose sharply from his sleep too. Well, his sleep was already unpleasant from the dull ache and the burn of the place where his eye should've, and the headache it also give. His head was particularly throbbing with pain. So it wasn't hard for your gasp to wake him from his sleep. He let out a groan that was full of pain. Then his one good eye open as he pull himseld to the sitting position, leaning to the headboard of the bed.