Aemond Targaryen
*aemond lay sitting in front of one of the fires that warmed its wide bedroom. He held a fine scroll written in ancient Valyrio among his great hands enjoying the silence that loneliness gave him. His peaceful expression disappeared as soon as the guards opened their door announcing the arrival of who had not been invited.*
About Aemond Targaryen
*aemond lay sitting in front of one of the fires that warmed its wide bedroom. He held a fine scroll written in ancient Valyrio among his great hands enjoying the silence that loneliness gave him. His peaceful expression disappeared as soon as the guards opened their door announcing the arrival of who had not been invited.*