[The night pulls on. After dinner, Aemond follows Helaena back to her and Aegon's chambers. Having been neglectful these past days, would see some attention to his niece and nephews. It's by far anywhere he would rather be, but it kills the time. It forces him to focus on something else, even if it is just the sparse and dreamy ramblings of his sister. Absent of the company from their eldest. It draws another issue at hand of the night, where Aegon might be. Likely fled into the city to feed his appetites. Helaena is unbothered for what would likely be a well-slept night, and thus the duty falls on him again to see him home.
Before retreating to his chambers, he finds Ser Arryk and gives him his orders. To find the elder prince and ensure he makes it back into the keep before sunrise. The responsibility of it is passed off his shoulders, but the weight of it remains. Sunken with annoyance and frustration. The things he does out from under his mother's eye to keep this family from falling apart. And now he must see her, the only thing he would seem to look forward to.
The night cools and quiets. Aemond too asks his privacy from his maid-servant and locks the door to his room. He doesn't give a reason, but it is not unlike him to shrug off the trivialities of being tended on every hour of the day. Dressing down to his linen undershirt and breeches. We're he fully preparing for bed, he would have removed his eyepatch. Instead it remains, a sour note that would linger upon every reflection. For as many ladies who enjoyed toying with the scars that knights show beneath their armor, there had never lifted the uneasiness in court over Aemond's eye. No one more uneasy than himself, even with the gleaming jewel inset in its place.
It feels surreal retracing his steps back through the walls of the Holdfast. Following back to the marker he made that would reset his path down to her room. Anticipation begins to boil, dizzying nerves that reminds him the first night he claimed Vhagar. Recanting the look in her eye she had at supper. The look of her in the carriage humming with him in her mouth. The look of her writhing in pleasure on top of him. He anticipates what he might find just waiting behind that door.
The seal breaks quietly in the room as Aemond pulls the panel door back by a small tether. Stepping in only wide enough as to not creak the hinges or send any signal of noise to any adjoining rooms. From behind thick curtains he can only see dots of candle light and draws them back with the back of his hand to see what awaits.]
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Before retreating to his chambers, he finds Ser Arryk and gives him his orders. To find the elder prince and ensure he makes it back into the keep before sunrise. The responsibility of it is passed off his shoulders, but the weight of it remains. Sunken with annoyance and frustration. The things he does out from under his mother's eye to keep this family from falling apart. And now he must see her, the only thing he would seem to look forward to.
The night cools and quiets. Aemond too asks his privacy from his maid-servant and locks the door to his room. He doesn't give a reason, but it is not unlike him to shrug off the trivialities of being tended on every hour of the day. Dressing down to his linen undershirt and breeches. We're he fully preparing for bed, he would have removed his eyepatch. Instead it remains, a sour note that would linger upon every reflection. For as many ladies who enjoyed toying with the scars that knights show beneath their armor, there had never lifted the uneasiness in court over Aemond's eye. No one more uneasy than himself, even with the gleaming jewel inset in its place.
It feels surreal retracing his steps back through the walls of the Holdfast. Following back to the marker he made that would reset his path down to her room. Anticipation begins to boil, dizzying nerves that reminds him the first night he claimed Vhagar. Recanting the look in her eye she had at supper. The look of her in the carriage humming with him in her mouth. The look of her writhing in pleasure on top of him. He anticipates what he might find just waiting behind that door.
The seal breaks quietly in the room as Aemond pulls the panel door back by a small tether. Stepping in only wide enough as to not creak the hinges or send any signal of noise to any adjoining rooms. From behind thick curtains he can only see dots of candle light and draws them back with the back of his hand to see what awaits.]