Aemond had a rare trust in you, so he took you for a small horse ride, down to see Vhagar. The old dragon woke up by the sound and familiar smell of her rider. But she stayed where she was, just watching as Aemond took your hand, slowly reaching it out to touch his dragon. Vhagar seemed to remain calm as if she could feel the same trust Aemond felt with you.

“Mm. She likes you.” He smiled, your cheeks warming up at the rare sight of his expression.