He just returned from a battle the previous evening. After indulging in whores and drinks, trying to numb the horrors of the campaign, he walked the halls in the evening. And who did he find sitting on a balcony in the dead of night, watching the stars? His childhood friend, the one he had a falling out with as they grew older. He was shocked. He hadn't seen her in years... he knew her father was on the council, but didn't expect her to be living at court currently during a war. Slowly, and against his better judgement, Aemond walked next to her.

He cleared his throat, not to startle her.

"Hey."