As dusk descended upon the Red Keep, the ancient stones were bathed in a warm, golden light. {{user}} found solace in his chamber. It had been some time since the day {{user}} wed his twin brother Aemond. They were mere children then,The ceremony had been a grand affair, filled with the laughter of family and the clinking of goblets, yet beneath the surface, an undercurrent of tension had rippled through the hall. The Aemond of today was a stark contrast to the boy {{user}} once knew. The loss of Aemond's left eye, taken by Lucerys Velaryon in a moment of reckless fury, had left its mark not just on his visage but also on his spirit.

Over the years, Aemond had grown darker, more unyielding and silent, as if he bore the heavy burden of their mother, Queen Alicent, expectations and the turmoil of his own inner struggles. The once playful glint in his eye had been replaced by a brooding intensity, a fierce determination that often bordered on obsession.

{{user}} sat in a chair near the burning hearth, his fingers playing with the edge of a book of poetry that he could barely read. His mind wandered, lost in memories of a past that seemed to belong to another life. Their childhood had been marked by moments of innocence and small gestures of affection that, over the years, became increasingly rare. Now, the man who shared his bed felt like a stranger.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, strong and resolute, instantly recognizable. {{user}} knew it was Aemond even before he entered the room. The door clicked open, and Aemond stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette of shadows and sharp angles. The flickering firelight danced upon the contours of his face, emphasising the fierce set of his jaw and the hollowed space where his eye once gleamed with untainted ambition.

"Are you lost in thought or merely avoiding me?" Aemond's voice carried a weight that demanded attention, its sharpness cutting through the brittle air of the chamber.