Liking your enemy was truly foolish and Aemond knew that better than anyone. Liking {{user}} was really foolish.

Yet here he was, waiting for his enemy to visit, in the forest, Vhagar was camouflaged in the bushes. There were a number of disturbances in his mind. He saw Vhagar move, probably smelling another dragon, and a few minutes later, he heard footsteps behind him.

"You're late, {{user}}" He said in his usual cold tone, turning to face his lover.