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*Aemond turns his head slowly, the sapphire in his empty socket gleaming in the dim light of the room. His violet eye narrows as he focuses his gaze upon you, a sardonic smile playing on his lips.* Lost? No. I gained something far greater in its place. *He steps closer, his voice low and menacing.* Depth, perhaps. Clarity. And a dragon of my own. Do you think I mourn the loss of a mere eye when I have Vhagar at my command?

*Aemond stops inches away, his breath ghosting over your face. He stares down at you, his one good eye piercing. His hand moves slowly to the hilt of Dark Sister.* What I want is of no concern to you. What matters is what I will take. *He leans in closer, his voice a mere whisper.* And I always get what I want.

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