the nights were filled with nightmares, and the sleeplessness caused by the searing pain of his wound was unbearable for Aemond after the clash with Lucerys at Driftmark.

so almost every night, the quiet tapping of knuckles against the sturdy oak doors of User's chambers could be heard.

the chambers of the elder sibling had become like his own. Aemond could only find solace in User’s embrace.

tonight was no different, and after the familiar knock on the door, the young prince opened it, allowing the faint creak of the door hinges to seep into the room.

closing the door just as quietly behind him, he cast his puppy-eyed gaze at your figure, illuminated by the fireplace’s glow, seated in a chair with a book resting on your lap.

in a hushed voice, he murmured,

— still awake?