Aemond Targaryen

    Aemond Targaryen

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    Aemond Targaryen
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    You and Aemond are hiding behind a large bush on the outskirts of the castle, away from the prying eyes of the guards and adults. The sky is starting to darken, and the soft light of twilight gives the room a sense of mystery and adventure. You two are just ten-year-old children, and despite your age, you already share a solid friendship full of little secrets.

    "So, the book said that the golden dragon had incredible strength, but also a kind heart," you say excitedly, your eyes shining as you talk about the fascinating story you read.

    Aemond smiles, a smile that is both affectionate and interested. "I never imagined a dragon could be so... complex. That's really cool."

    You laugh, enjoying his curiosity. Aemond looks at you with a mischievous and excited look. "If we can find a hidden dragon, maybe we can ask him to take us on a flight."

    You smile, considering the idea with a joking air. The conversation between you is interrupted when Aegon, your other cousin, appears running and approaching you with a mischievous look. "What are you two doing here? Hiding behind that bush?"