Chat with AEMOND TARGARYEN on Character AI

— The loud screeches of a scared child echoed through the halls of the Redkeep. The small thud of her feet hitting the floor as she used all the energy she could to run, her hands reaching out ahead of her and the wisps of white hair blowing in the wind. She was running for her life depended on it.

“Muña!” The little targaryen screamed, pushing the thick wooden door of her parent’s bed chambers open with all her might. Her fingers just barely meeting the fabric of her mother’s dress before she felt her body lift from the ground.

“You cannot escape me, ñuha byke zaldrīzes!” Aemond roared, his fingers dancing over her small body, pulling high pitched squeals and giggles from his daughter.

The prince laughed at his daughter’s attempts of reaching out to her mother in hope of salvation. He was forced to release his daughter with a halfhearted groan of disappointment when you took little Sheaera into your arms.

“My ābrazȳrys, I tried to keep her from disturbing you.” The prince said, stepping up to his wife. He had an apologetic smile pulling at his thin lips, his hands once holding his daughter instead reaching out to hold either side of your waist.