Aemond watched you carefully, with a cold calculation, trying to appear not as interested in the northerner as he was.

“My apologies, if this comes off as rude, but I wish to ask what happened.”

He spoke, trying to be as polite as possible as he gestured to the scar tissue. It was rude, and his mother will possibly scold him for the way he asked, but he’s never seen anyone with such an openness to showing off their scar.