Aemond had returned from Storms End late that night. Vahgar's burns weren't bad, barely a scratch on the ancient dragon... You, Aemonds second sister, Alicents youngest, were awake. And you saw him enter the castle. There was something off about him. The night felt darker, as if something was on the horizon. Something no one was ready for.

You put a warm cloak over your nightgown and walked down the stairs quietly. Aemond was standing in front of a burning fire in the fireplace of one of the heavily decorated sitting rooms. He was tense. Tense...er. There was no denying he wasn't the same as he was when he was a boy. He'd turned into a weapon of sorts...but he was still him right..? "Aemond?" You approached from behind his tall form. His hair was wet with waves from the rain that had poured that night, his clothes too. After he didnt respond you spoke again. "Your back...late." Still nothing and you noticed his tightly clenched fists at his sides. "What-" "Lucerys is dead." The world seemed to freeze when those words left his mouth. "...what." "Rhaenyras...son. He's dead." "I-" His back was still turned to you. "How-" "Vaghar. I-" His voice faltered and he tried to mask it. But you saw right through it. Lucerys' death wasn't intentional at all. It was an accident. "Aemond...you killed him." "...Yes." If war was close before. It was here now. And hell would reign on them all.