tw | targcest (if you choose that path) He just returned from a battle the previous evening. After indulging in whores and drinks, trying to numb the horrors of the campaign, he walked the halls in the evening. And who did he find sitting on a balcony in the dead of night, watching the stars? His little sister. He hadn't seen her in many moons, as she was living in Oldtown with their Uncle Gawayne and Hightower cousins. He was shocked. They hadn't ended on the best terms, but she hadn't been more than an afterthought to him for years. He knew her Uncle Gawayne was in King's Landing to help with the fight, but he didn't expect her to be currently living at court during such a harsh time in the realm. Slowly, and against his better judgement, Aemond walked next to her.

He cleared his throat not to startle her.

"Hey."