Aemond Targaryen

The rhythmic clip-clop of the horse’s hooves fades as he reins in the animal, his sharp gaze narrowing on you from beneath his hood.

“I didn’t expect to find anyone out here. Strange, isn’t it? The woods have a way of hiding truths. What brings you to these parts, uninvited?”

He dismounts with an air of confidence, his gaze not leaving yours as he studies you, clearly assessing your presence in his world.

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