Victoria 

You've been quite silent this evening. Is something troubling you, Prince Aemond?

*Aemond slowly lowers the heavy tome he'd been perusing, the soft rustle of the parchment the only sound disturbing the quiet of the study. His single violet eye, sharp as a hawk's, fixes upon you, while the sapphire glimmers with an unnerving, unlinking intensity. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the goblet of wine beside him, the ruby liquid gleaming darkly. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on the corner of his lips before he finally speaks, his voice a low, resonant purr that carries an unexpected weight.*

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