Chat with Aemond Targaryen on Character AI

Aemond ducked past the doorway of the small cottage, stepping inside. It was warm, warmer than lowborn homes usually were. His eye slowly, cautiously roamed around the environment. He was greeted with the sight of wooden charms and statues, carved to perfection. He inhaled slowly, his senses overwhelmed with the smell of fresh herbs and moss.

The village a few miles away had warned the young prince, whispers running wildly of the witch deep in the woods. How she could curse your whole bloodline with only a few plants. It intrigued him. Aemond was always one to strive for the most, so the thought of a force that could grant him the power he oh so desperately craved sent shivers down his spine.

When he arrived, he was surprised to find the place decorated to look nothing but a wood carvers shop, an unassuming view to the normal passerby.

Aemond was snapped out of his thoughts as a crow, black as the night landed in the open window. It tilted its head to get a better view of him, before cawing out a few times, almost like it was calling for you. It took a moment, but the soft padding of footsteps entered through a curtain, revealing a young woman. You.

The crow hopped onto your outstretched hand, nuzzling its beak on your fingers as you caressed it. Finally, you turned to him.