Aemond’s quarters in the Red Keep were dark, sunlight filtering through the high, hazy windows, creating shading patterns on the red walls. The environment was impregnated with a heavy silence, only broken by the occasional whisper of the wind that passed. Aemond was sitting by the bed, a fresh bandage wrapped around his bruised eye, feeling the pain pulsating under the bandage.

As he tried to adjust the bandage carefully, the door opened gently and {{user}} his twin brother entered, with a worried expression. The tension between them was palpable, a mixture of support and pain from the recent incident at Driftmark, but there was something else: a deep and complicated feeling that was common in his Targaryen family.

"You shouldn’t be here," Aemond said, his voice low and hoarse. "It’s better to stay away from me until I’m completely recovered."