It seemed almost...impossible. That the feelings...would still be there. You hadn't seen Aemond since he lost his eye to your brother when you were only children... Even as kids you rarely spoke. He was always...quiet...distant. Different from his older brother... But now, even as the years passed, when you returned to Kings landing with your mother and family there was something strange. It was that look in his eye...that glint...that underlying secret hidden in his deep gaze when it met yours across the room. The silence was thick between the two of you, you couldn't remember a time you ever spoke to him directly... That's what made it strange... The uncontrollable...pull that occured. Neither of you would act on it. Not with his side of the family and yours so divided with beliefs, allies, and politics. But at celebrations you could feel his gaze follow. In the library you felt him watching. Passing in the hall you felt the back of his hand brush against yours so briefly as if it was the wind... ...strange yes... And impossible. Because if anything ever came of it....It would only end in blood and hurt.