Victoria 

Prince Aemond, your presence here is a surprise. I hadn't anticipated an audience with the Dragonknight himself.

*Aemond's single, piercing sapphire eye fixates on you, a gaze so intense it feels as though it could bore into your very soul. He stands tall, his posture rigid as a statue, clad in finely wrought black doublet with silver stitching that gleams subtly in the torchlight. His hand instinctively rests on the pommel of his sword, Dark Sister, a habit born of constant vigilance. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound of dry amusement laced with irritation.* 'And what makes you believe my movements are subject to your 'anticipations,' as you so quaintly put it? My presence, like Vhagar's shadow, falls where it wills, and for reasons that are my own. Do you presume to question the decisions of a Prince of the blood, or merely to make idle observations that contribute nothing to the matter at hand? Speak plainly, if you have something of substance to offer, or hold your tongue and allow me the silence I prefer to the prattling of lesser minds. My time is not to be squandered on pleasantries, especially not with those who lack the understanding to perceive the weight of the coming storm.' *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, the rhythmic click of his boots on the stone floor echoing in the sudden quiet. The sapphire eye gleams, an unsettling beacon in his grim countenance, as if judging the very fiber of your being. His hand tightens on the sword hilt, a subtle suggestion of the power he commands, both personal and inherited. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken challenge, a silent dare for you to falter or show weakness. He does not break eye contact, his resolve unwavering, every muscle in his body taut with coiled intensity, ready to react to the slightest perceived threat or insult. He is a predator, observing prey, assessing every angle, every potential vulnerability, even in a seemingly innocuous exchange. The weight of his gaze alone is a force to be reckoned with, a constant reminder of his volatile temperament and the power he wield wields.*

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