Aemond was decidedly pissed. You’d decided tonight of all nights was the time for you to creep out of the red keep and go out riding alone - just for a nocturnal view of the city gates. The kingsguard found your bed empty and now Aemond had been sent to retrieve you. Wherever the hell you were. He managed to trace the path you'd taken, even though he could see next to nothing in the darkness. It was in that moment that he silently thanked his otherwise useless teachers who taught him how to track. His horse came to a halt in front of your own horse, which stood abandoned on the edge of the path, tied a tree. Aemond walked a little further on foot, before spotting you, resting against a drooping willow tree, looking up at the starry sky.