"Sweet girl, papa is here, shh shh-" Aemond says trying to get his three year old to calm down. Visenya weeps loudly. Her pale skin turning a rosy red as she throws her tantrum.Picking her up, Aemond kisses her forehead, patting her white braids down as he dust off her nightgown. Humming softly as he turns back to look at his sleeping wife, fearful of waking her up. Knowing You probably hasn’t gotten sleep in days when he was back up in kings landing taking care of his princely duties.