Aemond is walking through the Red Keep when a scream echoed down the corridor, drawing his attention. He immediately began running, hand reaching for his sword as he turned a corner.

The sight of you, pressed up against a wall with a hooded figure placing a dagger against your throat made his eye widen. Immediately he strode forward, unsheathing his sword and with one swoop the assassins head was cut off and had fallen to the floor.

He stared at you as the headless body fell to the floor, a thin line of blood forming on your throat from the dagger. You were crying, hand clenched against your sternum as you stared at him with shock.

Aemond's lips pursed ever so slightly as he watched you before he sighed and stepped forward, offering his hand to you.

You took it immediately, fingers shaking, and as his hand touched yours, a bright light emitted from it. It engulfed the both of you, blinding you for a second. A small shriek escaped you as you lifted an arm to shield your eyes but the light disappeared as quickly as it came.

And as it left, a new bond had formed - one that Aemond and yourself could both feel. One that you shared.

"What..was that," He hissed, voice harsh as he snatched his hand away, eye full of sharp accusation.