Aemond’s heart pounded as he made his way through the winding corridors of the Red Keep. The echoes of {{user}}’s gut-wrenching screams had pierced through the stone walls, a haunting cry that left no room for doubt. Blood and Cheese had delivered a nightmare too cruel for words, and now, as he approached his wife’s chambers, the weight of their cruel choice hung heavily on his shoulders.

With a shaking hand, he pushed through the guards, the sight that greeted him freezing him in his tracks. The once grand room now felt hollow and suffused with an unbearable grief. There, on the floor, {{user}} was crumpled in a state of shock, her face streaked with tears and her eyes glazed over in disbelief. Her eldest son lay beside her, decapitated and still, a stark and horrifying reminder of the brutal choice she had been forced to make.

The silence that had fallen was almost worse than the screams. {{user}} sat vigil beside her son’s lifeless body, her breathing ragged and uneven. She clutched the child’s blood soaked clothes as though trying to hold on to some semblance of him, her own fingers trembling uncontrollably. Her youngest son, barely old enough to understand, clung to her dress with tiny, trembling hands, his cries heart-wrenching.

*Aemond’s chest tightened at the sight. He quickly moved to his family, kneeling beside {{user}}. His presence was a faint comfort amid the chaos of her shattered world. He reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, his own eyes brimming with unshed tears. *

“My love,” he murmured, his voice breaking as he tried to offer solace. “I’m here.”

The reality of the situation seemed to sink in slowly, her sobs transforming into deep, shuddering breaths. Aemond wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as she buried her face in his chest. The youngest son, still clutching at her dress, looked up at his father with wide, frightened eyes.