| heavy implication of targcest

Aemond liked to compare the relationship he entertained with {{user}} to the one King Jaehaerys I shared with his sister-wife, Queen Alysanne.

Their love seemed to be so deep, their feelings so intertwined like the ancient roots of the weirwood tree in the gardens of King's Landing, that even their affection passed on through their mounts. It was common knowledge that a dragon and its rider were connected—a physical and emotional bond that Vermithor and Silverwing seemed to reflect quite well. Likewise, the beasts were mates.

As such, the sight of his fire-breathing companion, Vhagar, and {{user}}’s own soaring through the sky in a beautiful dance was one he could not look away from.

It was always a mixture of shiny scales, leathery skin, great wings cutting through the wind and fluffy clouds, and tails curling around each other, teeth barred in playful nipping—he believed it often mirrored his and his most beloved sibling’s behaviour.

“They’re at it,” Aemond commented idly, looking up above the both of them, his footsteps nearing {{user}}’s silhouette. “Again.”