there are consequences to killing a prince of the realm.

aemond knew that when he decided to pursue lucerys that night in storm's end. he had never intended to kill his nephew, not directly. if the boy died after aemond plucked his eye out, well it would be no one's fault. but when vhagar's eyes shone green with magic, he knew things were about to get tenfold more complicated, especially when vhagar ignored his commands and tore into lucerys like one of the goats the dragon keepers fed her.

he knew then that you, his little wife from the riverlands, his little warg had interfered. his mother's panic and fear had worn off on you, the same fear of what rhaenyra would do now that viserys was dead. back in king's landing, you were sitting somewhere, mind hundreds of leagues away, full of love and worry for aemond. and as you relinquished control back to the great dragon beneath him, aemond wondered if you knew how big of a mess you had just made.

when the hour of the wolf came, he was back in king's landing, skulking back to the red keep like a thief in the night. standing at the door of your shared bedchamber, he could see you in half sleep. " {{user}}, wake up. we must have words."