Sister… come flying with me.

He would whisper into your ear while leaning against you. He always had this need to be between clouds — feel rain and wind on his face. See you on your dragon flying above or next to him and Vhagar with their wings almost touching.

This brat knew you — one whisper and you were on your way to change into riding clothes and then straight to Dragonpit.

He always got what he wanted

And at times most he wanted was to see his twin sister with sun’s light on her face when he was hidden in the shadow of the clouds — his gaze running all over you when your arms spread in the air. Gods how he loved to see you like that. Careless, wild and free. And gods how he always scolded you after your journey. Hold onto your saddle you fool. He always said. I do not have time to organize a funeral pile. He complained.

Today was one of those days. He wanted to take Vhagar for a flight — you too, as always. He let you chose the place to fly above — he got too used to the sight of Narrow Sea.

Let’s go to Vale, you said and watch his expression drop and his eye roll. Vale — horrendous place really. Vhagar wasn’t fitting between mountains and Aemond knew this. After all he almost hit his head two or three times.

He watched you now sitting on your dragon — your expression thoughtful and calm. He could feel that too — he didn’t particularly know why. Twins bond — that was his answer to all his concerns about you and how you almost shared emotions.

“Stop it.” He said flying next to you. “Your bad mood is on me” he added watching your face.