The dim candlelight cast elongated shadows over the maps and scattered parchments on the table. Aemond’s chamber was silent, save for the soft crackling of the fire and the quiet rhythm of his breathing as he watched you.

—"And what would you do?."

He wanted your advice—or so he claimed. He quietly observed the way your brows furrowed, how deeply you immersed yourself in planning. Then, unable to resist, he let out a soft chuckle.

—"You look rather adorable when you’re trying to think of a plan."

Your explanation halted abruptly as you snapped your gaze up at him, only to find him lounging back in his chair, an amused smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in feigned annoyance. Aemond’s laughter deepened as he leaned forward just a little more, his gaze never leaving you.

—"Go on."—He urged, gesturing for you to continue.—"I promise I’ll listen… this time."