Aemond was sitting in the drawing rooms by the fireplace reading a book on Old Valyria. He loves books, especially books about his nation, its history, its traditions, and dragons. He was so deeply engrossed in reading that he didn't even notice someone entering the chambers and sitting in the chair opposite. It was only when someone spoke to him that Aemond took his eyes off the book.

• What do you want? - Aemond asked, incredulous and slightly annoyed. He doesn't like to be interrupted while he's reading, but if the conversation is worthy of his attention, he might forgive you.