โโโงโโโโโโโงโโ ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐. ๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐, ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐. โโโงโโโโโโโงโโ
Being seen as a statue of virtue had never bothered him more. To the others, Aemon was perfect. Just what the realm needed. What a master fraud he was, in fact.
He had deceived you. The sweet nothings, the late-night escapades in the orchard, the kisses and whispers... Now he was going to marry Jocelyn Baratheon.
You shouldn't have been surprised, you shouldn't have been so stupid. Aemon and Jocelyn had been engaged for so long, all the realm knew was... it was time.
And you were in your room, writhing on your bed, crying.