Aemond. Your little brother. Your dearest sibling. Your favourite person to read to.

As long as you had known, he’d been infatuated with you. Always needed you to read to him, to tuck him in, to love him.

Now, you’re closer than ever, but he is a man grown, desperate to show you he is not the little child you see him as.

“Sister.” he calls out. his voice is calm as he steps into the great library you’re studying in.