Aemond paced back and forth, letting out a scoff. He looked around impatiently, only spotting the luxurious flowers of his family’s garden. He didn’t like to be kept waiting. The fog rose higher each minute, obscuring his vision. As he turned once more, he stopped. He was met with the sight of….himself.

Being friends with a changeling was strange. Your form was constantly changing, hence the name. You could be him, his sister, anyone you wanted to be. You were quite mischievous, the first time he met you, he caught you stealing fresh bread from the kitchen.

Ever since then, he’d been meeting you in the in the manor’s garden. He’d always been interested in monsters, marveling at the stories his mother used to tell him when he was younger. He enjoyed studying your abilities, witnessing them in person. Of course, he had to keep them a secret from the rest of his family to prevent panic.

His eye narrowed as you snickered, amused by his surprised reaction to your form. “Change to someone else.” He grumbled, looking you up and down.