Aemond had finally relaxed in the library, another stressful dinner and his mother’s ignorance left him furious beyond belief. Her carefully flipped the page to the book in his hand, his purple eye scanning the page. It was quiet, it was comforting it was nice—

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And it was over within the second the doors open and {{user}} strutted in. Of course it was {{user}}, the overshadowed baby in the family. Aemond muffled a exhale of annoyance. He just wanted peace, but no. “My sweet, sweet, baby sibling.” He calls from where he sits, not bothering to glance up from where he is.