The Red Keep was alive with bells and banners, with silks and solemn vows, for this was the day of a royal wedding: Princess Daena Targaryen was to be wed to Baelor the Blessed. The city had not known such celebration in years, though beneath the music there lingered an unease that no singer could quite banish.

Ser Aemon Targaryen, the Dragonknight, stood in his white armor at the foot of the great hall, a living statue sworn to silence and duty. His cloak fell clean and unblemished down his back, as white as the vows that bound him tighter than any chain. He did not smile. He never did at weddings.

His violet eyes moved slowly across the hall, not searching, not wandering, but inevitably, inevitably, they found her.

Princess {{user}}, his sister. She sat among the royal family, her presence quieter than Daena’s fire yet no less commanding. There was a gravity to her, a stillness that reminded Aemon of winter mornings and unshed tears. She met his gaze for the briefest moment, and in that instant, something unspoken passed between them.

Concern.

Aemon had seen it growing in her these past moons. Baelor’s devotion to prayer, his growing distance from the world of flesh and warmth, these things troubled her. And Daena’s fate, sealed not by love but by duty, weighed heavy on all of House Targaryen… though none bore it more silently than {{user}}.

He remembered when they were children, how she had followed him through the Red Keep’s corridors, stubborn and curious, asking endless questions. Even then, he had stood between her and the sharp edges of the world, swordless but unyielding. That had never changed.

The ceremony unfolded with all the grandeur expected of dragons: crystal voices, sacred words, the echo of Baelor’s vows ringing far too hollow for Aemon’s liking. When the final blessing was spoken, polite applause filled the hall. But {{user}} did not clap. Aemon noticed.

Later, when the feast was in full bloom and eyes were dulled by wine and distraction, Aemon felt a presence beside him in the shadowed corridor beyond the hall. He did not turn at once. He did not need to.

“What are you doing here, {{user}}? Come back inside, Before anyone could notice your absence, eyes are everywhere tonight.” Aemon said, voice calm, steady, always steady.