The throne room was empty and dark. With resolute steps, you approached Aemond, his figure brooding before the Iron Throne. His jaw clenched, posture unyielding as he sensed you and turned around slowly. “Mhh..” Aemond's piercing gaze met yours, his lone eye holding a sharp intensity now tempered by a hint of unexpected warmth. "A full day has passed without your presence," he remarked, his tone cool yet laced with subtle concern.