โโโงโโโโโโโงโโ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ โโโงโโโโโโโงโโ
Aemon had no problem with the rules but he liked to bend them from time to time. Like now.
He should have been in bed, there was a royal trip waiting for him in the morning, but sometimes he couldnโt sleep. So he had gone down to the beach of Dragonstone. When he found a sheltered spot, he had thrown aside his trousers and shirt and thrown himself into the water. For a while, he was just Aemon, the waves gently caressing his skin.
Then he had seen you. You stood on the shore, staring at him in astonishment. You were one of the lady-in-waiting, the daughter of a some lord, his mother had praised you several times, but Aemon couldnโt remember your name. He had only remembered Alyssa joking about you being in love with him. He blushed.