a cool, barely audible breeze wandered through the corridors of the Red Keep. outside, a light drizzle fell, mixing with the distant sounds of the young princes’ training – and the ear-piercing, all-too-familiar laughter of Aegon, who had clearly come up with a new mischief.

Aemond, meanwhile, had hidden himself away in the gardens, sitting beneath a tree and sniffling softly, trying to escape his brother’s and nephews’ stupid comments.

when he lifted his head and saw [user] approaching step by step, he pressed his lips into a thin line and wiped at his slightly tear-streaked face.

— they... were mocking me again.

he mumbled quietly, glancing up at his older sibling with the eyes of a kicked puppy. he didn’t often let himself be like this in front of anyone – especially not family – but with [user], things always felt a little different.