𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃

It catches her off guard when the King begins to speak, but her gaze only lifts briefly from the food she has been poking at without eating it. She has not expected him to say anything, let alone acknowledge his mistakes and ask for her forgiveness. That, however, is something she cannot give him. Not now, maybe not ever. He had her mother killed and subjected her to immense suffering, just for the sake of a son. Because she has never been enough for him and never will be. “No, I do not forgive you, your Grace”, she finally says, eyes fixing on him. Her voice is calm and does not betray her emotions that she keeps bottled up. “It was within your right as the Queen’s husband to make the choice of ending her life the way you did, but I will not forgive you for letting her suffer for a son - not just in her last moments, but for years before that - just because I have never been enough for you. My mother deserved better.” Tears well in her eyes, but she blinks them away and drops her gaze again. “But we may let the past rest. I have been very alone in the weeks since the Queen’s death and I do not wish to avoid you any longer.”

" you are enough and i will prove it to you. " the king knows not how at the present moment, but it is a promise made between them. he wants to reach out and to seek her comfort but fears daughter may pull away from him, and he could not face the rejection at present moment. so, hands stay near plate, which is still full of food. his appetite had not been what it used to be. nor did rest come to him as easily as it used to. everything felt so off kilter. " she did.. you will get no argument from me.. " if he could go back and change everything, he would, but it was a useless hope. things were what they were, and no one could change them. let the past rest.. that is all he would ask of her. " i would like that very much. despite what you believe, you are important to me. we should dine together more often and perhaps find something else we can do together. whatever you wish. i only wish to spend time with you. "

the tip of his nose brushes against hers, their lips close. there were many times he thought of kissing her for she deserved to be kissed often and cherished. sometimes he even thought about doing it with her husband in the room, knowing that their brother would hardly notice. it was a miracle if he saw anything beyond himself. " i could love you so much better than he could. " words are whispered, passion behind them. the gap is closed between their lips and he cups her cheek with his hand. kiss is sweet and lingers, as he takes in the taste of her. whenever he pulls back, forehead is pressed against hers, breath trembling. " i'm sorry.. " apology falls though he doesn't know exactly why he says it. sorry for what? sorry that he kissed her or sorry that she was stuck in a loveless marriage. the prince pulls back from her and lays against the pillows, eye trailing up towards the ceiling. " we should sleep. "

the tip of his nose brushes against hers, their lips close. there were many times he thought of kissing her for she deserved to be kissed often and cherished. sometimes he even thought about doing it with her husband in the room, knowing that their brother would hardly notice. it was a miracle if he saw anything beyond himself. " i could love you so much better than he could. " words are whispered, passion behind them. the gap is closed between their lips and he cups her cheek with his hand. kiss is sweet and lingers, as he takes in the taste of her. whenever he pulls back, forehead is pressed against hers, breath trembling. " i'm sorry.. " apology falls though he doesn't know exactly why he says it. sorry for what? sorry that he kissed her or sorry that she was stuck in a loveless marriage. the prince pulls back from her and lays against the pillows, eye trailing up towards the ceiling. " we should sleep. "

aegon does not think of her and how this is affecting her as well. it was selfish, but he could not look beyond his own problems as he didn't possess the emotional intelligence to. her confirmation, quiet, but spoke volumes. he couldn't stop looking at her stomach, expecting to see it already swelling with the life of a child inside. tears begin to be shed by her and the prince knows not what to do. any normal person may apologize for causing harm and then comfort her until she no longer showed signs of distress. he simply stood there awkwardly, muscles tense. this is why they did not speak to each other. he would always be rough around the edges and she would always be sensitive to it. " fuck.. " he curses lowly. if mother walked in on them now, she would go back to chastising him again. " don't.. don't cry.. " as if that would help.. the prince, out of his element completely, walks towards her cautiously as if approaching a wounded bird. " neither of us knew this could happen. if i did, i would not have.. " he would have never touched her. a hand hovers in the air above her shoulder and then her head, not knowing what to do, until it lands lightly on her shoulder and gives a little pat. " if i forgive you, will you stop crying? "

aegon does not think of her and how this is affecting her as well. it was selfish, but he could not look beyond his own problems as he didn't possess the emotional intelligence to. her confirmation, quiet, but spoke volumes. he couldn't stop looking at her stomach, expecting to see it already swelling with the life of a child inside. tears begin to be shed by her and the prince knows not what to do. any normal person may apologize for causing harm and then comfort her until she no longer showed signs of distress. he simply stood there awkwardly, muscles tense. this is why they did not speak to each other. he would always be rough around the edges and she would always be sensitive to it. " fuck.. " he curses lowly. if mother walked in on them now, she would go back to chastising him again. " don't.. don't cry.. " as if that would help.. the prince, out of his element completely, walks towards her cautiously as if approaching a wounded bird. " neither of us knew this could happen. if i did, i would not have.. " he would have never touched her. a hand hovers in the air above her shoulder and then her head, not knowing what to do, until it lands lightly on her shoulder and gives a little pat. " if i forgive you, will you stop crying? "

helaena cannot remember the last time she saw her mother smile, let alone heard her laugh so freely. the queen is always possessed by a deep sadness, it seems, that forbids her from finding joy in anything. whenever she slips up and does find amusement in something, she is usually quick to correct herself. one of the first things helaena remembers about her mother are her smiles, which never reached her eyes when she looked at the little girl. for a long time helaena believed that it was her fault, because she is different and harder to love, but she came to believe that her mothers innate sadness is rooted much deeper than that and has been there for longer than her children were alive. her gaze drops to the hand that awkwardly hovers for a moment and then drops down without touching and she appreciates it. her mother has not always respected her boundaries and it is good to see that she is starting to understand her daughter better. it is helaena who reaches out though and gives her hand a squeeze. “i love you too, mother”, the girl promises with a smile of her own, even though she is screaming on the inside because of her mother’s other words. i want nothing more than for you to be happy. then why did she marry helaena to the brother who has always hated her and treats her like all of the other women in his life? how is she supposed to find happiness being trapped in a marriage like that? she says none of it, however. helaena never complains. she swallows down her pain and sorrow and only shares it with aemond when it becomes too hard to bear. sometimes she wished she could tell her mother how often she has found herself atop the highest tower, ready to jump. but she cannot. “we should dine together more often. i have thoroughly enjoyed your company tonight.”

for as long as she can remember, sadness has been an innate part of her. melancholy and anxiety, which would surface in the way that she would pick at her skin. it was her way of being ever since youth. never would she think it to be anyone's fault, least of all her daughter's. there had been a time, however, where the blame fell to aegon. he was born before she was ready, childhood stolen from her. thinking back on it, there is guilt for blaming her son. when helaena reaches out to grab her hand, alicent likes to believe they have made some progress. she squeezes the hand offered back lovingly. the queen does not know about her own daughter's struggles. cannot fathom that she's placed helaena right where she had been place by her father. married to a man neither of them loved and forced to wear a crown. one day helaena would be queen. was the girl ready for it? " i have enjoyed your company too, my dear. " more than helaena knew.. " these halls can feel so lonely, but know that you are not alone. i know you do not feel as if you can talk to me, but i do hope you find companionship at least in aemond. " alicent knew how sometimes they would come to each other's rooms at night and talk. it made her content to know that they had each other. " i think we shall dine more often together. i hate feeling as if there is a wall between us. i know it is my fault. i built it and i am so sorry for that, my love. "

heart flutters in her chest like a butterflies wings. it is an addicting feeling that she knows will hardly cease with the other woman around. kisses are placed along knuckles and cause smile to deepen until dimples are shown. to think that they may have never found each other was insane, because it felt as if rhaella was always meant to be here just like this. " do you promise? " she asks before a trail of the other's lips brushes against her skin. a satisfied hum falling. when lover comes to rest at her side, alicent wraps an arm around her tightly. " i love you in every possible way. you make me feel as if i am walking among the clouds and i don't ever want to come down. " another kiss placed along the princess's temple. " i think today we should just stay in bed. forget all responsibilities. i do not want to leave your side. " queenly duties did become less bothersome with rhaella's support. though she did enjoy working with the people, knowing she could make a difference in someone's life. it made her happy to know that the princess enjoyed the people too. " although, i could be persuaded to get up if you promise to sing to me. your voice was specifically crafted by the gods. it is wonderful. "

Desperately he reached for her hands, lowering his head to look at her from below. “I wanted to see you. And as you weren’t there I lost it. Yes, I fucked a damn whore I paid for while you were getting fucked by my brother. I couldn’t be alone last night waiting for you to come back smelling after him. It fucking killed me. And she was… I don’t know who she was, I swear it to you. All that matters is that… it wasn’t you. And I just wanted it to feel like it does with you but it never does. It never fucking does Alicent.” He sighed and striped his thumbs over the back of her hands before pulling away and bowing his head to her in submission. “Forgive me. I rather find my way out like my queen commanded… I must look and smell like trash to you…”

maybe she understands.. had roles been reversed, could she stay underneath the same roof as someone was fucking him? she would look for a way to escape and that is exactly what he did. even if the method was questionable. the words he says only strengthen her feelings for him, when they probably should have done the opposite. no one can make him feel like you do.. as he pulls away something hallow fills her chest, and fear, fear of losing him. " wait! " her hand brushes against his arm. " please, don't go. " there are so many reasons that he should.. a sigh passes her lips. " i should hate you. i should be kicking and screaming, but i cannot help but love you. even as you break my heart. " it was a truth that she wanted to deny, but he held so much power over her. " if you say she meant nothing to you then i believe you. i am still angry at you. i have that right. " jaw tightens, but something in her eyes soften just for him. " but i missed you. "

“I devote myself to you. And you only, my queen. My love. My wife.” It didn’t matter that she wasn’t his wife by now. It wouldn’t matter if he would marry someone else or if she would be forced by his brothers side. In his mind they were one and she would always be the wife that no one saw but who would always remain in his heart and soul like no one ever could. One hand slipped up to her rear, squeezing the round shape to force her closer against his mouth where he owned all of her center with the dance of his tongue. No one would take him away from her and he would rather die right here between her legs with her taste on his tongue than covered in blood to fight the enemies his brother declined to see. This was true commitment for the rogue prince and he was more than certain that nothing in this world could ever reach him in the way her taste could. “Love me. Please tell me you love me.” It was a weak beg, one that often stayed sealed behind his lips cause he was too embarrassed to admit how much he yearned for it, but he did. Everything he ever wanted was being loved and respected by his family but he learnt over time that he would never get what he longed for until he found that one person who would give it to him unconditionally. “Please love me my queen.” It felt like he was asking for her absolution by pleasing her in a way no one else would. Asked her to fill this endless void in his chest by blessing him with her power. It was what he needed and if it would bring him to his knees, then he would gladly kneel for her whenever she asked for it.

" my prince, my husband. " she echoes him, trying the word out on her lips. it tasted so sweet. head falls back at the feeling of his tongue against her, and then the beg reaches her ears. at first, she believed that she heard wrong, but then he said it again. they were much the same, both wanting to be cherished. a hand reaches down to cup his cheek, thumb swiping gently across the lips that bring so much pleasure. " i love you, daemon. " it feels so natural to say. there were times when she forced to say it to her husband and the words always stuck to her throat. " i love you with my whole heart. " tears begin to swell but they are not born out of sadness, but of the sheer happiness that he's built inside of her. " come here. " another command, but given gently. when he obliges, she kisses him again, tasting herself on his mouth. " i will never stop loving you, even when i stop breathing. " she would gladly give up her soul to him, to place everything out on the table. it might be reckless, but he brought that out in her.

their eldest daughter was a bright light, so much so that it hurt most to look at her. they had seen her birth as something to be worried about, history repeating, but aemong gig not think that would be so. saera knew her responsibilities, knew how life had to be. she would hopefully marry someone as strong-willed as her, that would make her happy. the king has suggested a few eligible men, but ultimately the choice would be up to her. it only seemed fair given that her brithright had fallen onto her brother's shoulders. he believed his son to be more than capable, even if the boy could not see it yet. " hen rhinka daor, tala. " ( of course not, daughter. ) a grin echoes her own upon the advice given. " you would have me torture your poor brother with these boring letters? i suppose it would be good practice for him. " the letters would undoubtedly fall in the lap of ser cole. rhaegor had enough on his plate, whether saera saw that or not. " i shall take that into consideration." another letter taken into grasp, about to open it to skim and see if it was worth keeping or giving to vole. movement pausing upon her question. a light laugh falling from lips as he looks over at her. "ao sound raqagon oaha munnykea. " ( you sound like your mother. ) it was true, however, that a break would be beneficial as his sight was starting to blur. the letter is disregarded. " olvie syri par, skoros gaomagon ao suggest ilon guomagon? " ( very well then, what do you suggest we do? ) if it had been anyone else urging him to take a break, he would have told them to fuck off. he was, however, weak underneath his daughters concern.

their eldest daughter was a bright light, so much so that it hurt most to look at her. they had seen her birth as something to be worried about, history repeating, but aemong gig not think that would be so. saera knew her responsibilities, knew how life had to be. she would hopefully marry someone as strong-willed as her, that would make her happy. the king has suggested a few eligible men, but ultimately the choice would be up to her. it only seemed fair given that her brithright had fallen onto her brother's shoulders. he believed his son to be more than capable, even if the boy could not see it yet. " hen rhinka daor, tala. " ( of course not, daughter. ) a grin echoes her own upon the advice given. " you would have me torture your poor brother with these boring letters? i suppose it would be good practice for him. " the letters would undoubtedly fall in the lap of ser cole. rhaegor had enough on his plate, whether saera saw that or not. " i shall take that into consideration." another letter taken into grasp, about to open it to skim and see if it was worth keeping or giving to vole. movement pausing upon her question. a light laugh falling from lips as he looks over at her. "ao sound raqagon oaha munnykea. " ( you sound like your mother. ) it was true, however, that a break would be beneficial as his sight was starting to blur. the letter is disregarded. " olvie syri par, skoros gaomagon ao suggest ilon guomagon? " ( very well then, what do you suggest we do? ) if it had been anyone else urging him to take a break, he would have told them to fuck off. he was, however, weak underneath his daughters concern.

he had little hope that someone would come rescue him. they would have to brave the cold and more would die in this wasteland than survive a search for the prince. mother would probably barely mourn before she plans to make aemond king in his stead. she would have a son who actually wanted the crown, who would know what to do with it. it frustrates that the wildling can see straight through him. ALL BARK , NO BITE. " we shall see who gets the last laugh. " it was better that he was here, warm with a roof, or rather tent, over his head. as opposed to the men who had been accompanying him. they were dead and no doubt rotting in and covered by the snow. he tries not to flinch as knife is brought to cheek. the memory of aemond and when he had been freshly maimed by their nephew came to the front of mind. would he suffer the same fate? a cut is made and the prince hisses, but does not pull away from her. instead he meets her hardened gaze. " you think pain will break me? i like the pain. " it reminds him that he's alive instead of a continuing numbness. a bitter laugh is let loose as he leans forward against the blade, towards her, more blood dripping down his cheek. " fuck you. "

he had little hope that someone would come rescue him. they would have to brave the cold and more would die in this wasteland than survive a search for the prince. mother would probably barely mourn before she plans to make aemond king in his stead. she would have a son who actually wanted the crown, who would know what to do with it. it frustrates that the wildling can see straight through him. ALL BARK , NO BITE. " we shall see who gets the last laugh. " it was better that he was here, warm with a roof, or rather tent, over his head. as opposed to the men who had been accompanying him. they were dead and no doubt rotting in and covered by the snow. he tries not to flinch as knife is brought to cheek. the memory of aemond and when he had been freshly maimed by their nephew came to the front of mind. would he suffer the same fate? a cut is made and the prince hisses, but does not pull away from her. instead he meets her hardened gaze. " you think pain will break me? i like the pain. " it reminds him that he's alive instead of a continuing numbness. a bitter laugh is let loose as he leans forward against the blade, towards her, more blood dripping down his cheek. " fuck you. "

Pearly teeth scrape at her lower lip and she holds it back up to him. "Will you put it in my hair for me, since I did yours." There are people watching them as much as there are those watching the next contestants, and it only serves to make her shyer. "You were quite brilliant out there, Aemond."

part of him wanted to procrastinate what he wanted to say. this could be the entirely wrong venue to state his wants, but the feeling of victory was making him feel bolder. if he waits until another time then he may lose his nerve. " when i was on my horse, all i could think about was you. you are a grand distraction. " head turns towards her, voice going a little quieter. not enough where she wouldn't be able to hear but low enough for some privacy. " actually i have been thinking of you a lot lately. i wanted to ask.. i know we have been talking, teasing each other, but i feel something stronger for you than simple flirtation. i would like permission to court you, abrogail, if that is something you would want. " the sounds of a collide call for aemond's attention, in time to see that the knight he had bet on was indeed the winner.

" i fear my responsibilities are catching up to me. i heard mother the other day speaking about betrothals. " marriage was always going to be in his future whether he liked it or not. fingertips travel from her hair to the curve of her cheek, landing near her lips for a moment. he leans forward until they are a breath apart. " run away with me. " lips brush against hers. " please.. "

It had been some nights since they had danced, since he had basically told all of her other suitors to stay away and asked her mother for her hand. Oh her mother had been quite surprised when they had asked, but not too surprised. Now, most of her evenings were spent with Aemond and she couldn’t have been happier. A small hum left her as she played with his hand, her fingers running along each little scar and callous. “Oh, let’s see,” her fingers ran down one of the lines in his hand then as she leaned forward, playing into his teasing. “I see a very long and happy life, many battles to face ahead but many victories...and you’ll be the most powerful man in the whole world.” Aerea smiled playfully before leaning down and kissing his hand.  

a betrothal between them had been secured, both of their mothers joyous at the news. the wedding was to happen, though preparations were being made now. a lot of the time spent by her side, however, was lived in the moment as he tries not to let himself get lost in the future. but he listens to her fortune and grins. " my future sounds like a dream come true, but you have left out the part about my wife. how she will be beautiful and bring me joy. " he grips at her hand now and places a kiss on the back of it. " we may not be wed just yet, but you are still mine. " a low growl as he reaches over, hooking a finger underneath her chin before placing a hungry kiss on her lips. when he pulls back, he rests his forehead against her own. " do you worry about the future? did you ever think i would always be a part of yours? "

@dragynfire gave me free rein on bby!Aemond

mother doesn't stray too far from her son, afraid that more than an eye will be lost next time she turns around. anger and agony tighten at chest. nothing had been done, the velaryon boy got off without even being reprimanded. he would grow up believing that he can get away with practically anything. what she learned was that viserys will always place rhaenerya above everyone else, even his own blood. alicent gravitates towards aemond, offering her hand for comfort. the words spoken reignite her rage. " oh, my sweet boy. " tears start to form at the corners of her eyes. " i promise you, i will do everything within my power to satiate your appetite for revenge. they will not get away with this.. let them think that they will.. " it may not be today or tomorrow, but one day. " for now you must rest and gather your strength. they will get what is coming to them and we will have the last word. "

       𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐍’𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃.     three days since his service in this sept , three days since his body turned to ash.   three days has the grieving mother lain on the floor of his bedroom, cradling a stuffed toy she had made him as a newborn.   day  &&  night guards stand outside the door , draping a blanket over the queen at night , allowing visitors in  &&  out trying to pull her from this state of hysteria , delirium , unbridled pain  !     (   she hardly sleeps , she refuses food.   she hasn’t changed out of her cloths , the black both   𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵   &&  ironic considering her half sister’s , to whom the order had come from , party dons such color.   )     ;      someone enters  &&  helaena makes no move to remove herself from the floor to see who it was—only when voice rings out does she know it belongs to aegon.   he speaks  &&  a sense of anger arises inside of her like she’d never felt able to feel toward him. how did he expect her to be ?    ❝  how do you expect me to be , then ?  ❞   asked as if searching for an honest answer.   palms finally press against cold stone to push her body into a sitting position , legs tucked close to her chest  &&  the stuffed toy still held within hand.   eyes examine it,  𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 ,   &&   even now helaena can’t look at him.   ❝  jaehaerys is dead , aegon.  ❞  tone unbelievable saddened , melancholic.     ❝  i was made to choose between my children  &&  i- . . i held him in my arms . . ❞    crying , screaming.

an impossible choice made: one son would perish and the other would live. it was meant to be maelor, the second son, on the pyre. whenever the fire started is when it felt real. the small corpse wrapped and burning. there were tears shed, even the king had dampness against his cheeks. aegon was not close to his wife and did not know what to do to comfort her but to give her space. when news came that helaena was not eating or sleeping, he decided that it was time to intervene. she, akin to A GHOST - pale and wailing. " i know.. you have suffered more than any of us.. but i expect you to take care of yourself.. if not for your own sake, then the sake of jaehaera.. and maelor.. " guilt was a hungry creature, eating away at both of them. if he had been there then perhaps, he could have saved all of his children, and he could have saved her from this. he walks forward, bending down to knees in front of her. there are dark circles under violet hues showing lack of sleep on his part as well. " it was not your fault.. " being empathetic is not his strong suit, but he tries. " it was those sick bastards. they made their move and now we will strike back. i will get vengeance for our son. i have never made a promise to you before, but i promise this. she will burn, they all will. "

      𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 ,   floris’s mind wondered to what the reality might feel like in comparison to a simple description.   perhaps why she found it so interesting , why she’s taking it so well , was because sooner or later humans tend to wish to be more than what they are.   who wouldn’t want to be immortal . . powerful . . top of the food chain even if the drawbacks he speaks of are a burden.     endless night for most of them it seemed , having to be cautious with attachments ,  &&  this . . 𝓱𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻   aemond described like a blazing fire in your throat.     all of it sounded rather exhausting , tedious especially if it’s something to contend with for eternity.   ❝  it sounds pretty exhausting being top of food chain to me.  ❞    she’ll muse gently, with empathy.    (   was his whole family like him, floris wondered.   had to be considering he speaks of himself as if he was centuries old.   did he turn them, how does someone become a vampire ?    all pressing questions bouncing around in her mind.   )     ;      body remained leaned forward even as he drew inward, heart stuttering when he speaks of if he’d eat her.   perhaps even a splash of rosy pink makes an appearance about her freckled cheeks:   ❝  how old are you, then ?  you don’t look a day over twenty something.  ❞   like her in the prime of her life, as young  &&  healthy as she’ll ever be.      it’s only now does she retreat from being so close to him, but not out of fear or disgust.   fingers idly begin to play with the rings on her opposite hand.   ❝  why do you find me so interesting ?   i’m so. .  𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚁𝚈.   i’m a waitress who wants to be a painter.  nothing special.  ❞   a tiny shrug.

the history of his vampirism is complicated, it came at a time when the family was divided. BLACKS & GREENS , a civil war broken out. there were many battles, many instances where he could have perished. it wasn't until he met alys rivers that immortality became a possibility. alys was a witch that dabbled in blood magic. she gave him this gift and allowed it to be shared. " good thing we are blessed with vigorous stamina. " he'll wink just to see pink dust her cheeks. it wasn't easy being a monster, no matter how the media glamorized it. it isn't difficult to note the blood that rushes to the surface of her cheeks. " I'm over two thousand years old, but I was changed whenever I was twenty. I stopped counting how many birthdays I had eventually. they all sort of blurred together. " she leans back away from him and he, at first, wonders if he said something wrong, but then her question comes. it's quite a puzzle how someone so alluring could not see her appeal. " you are far from ordinary, my love. i have met many humans in my lifetime and only a handful would I spend my time with. I enjoy you because of your mind, the way it sees the world differently. and though you may not see it, you are quite talented. " the scratch at the back of throat is beginning to become too hard to ignore. he shifts away from her as fangs begin to ache. " if you have any other questions they may have to wait until after I have fed. do not worry, i will not ask you to offer a vein. " there's a playful smirk before telephone is produced. despite knowledge of their kind being uncommon, some humans were aware of them, and some even volunteer themselves to be fed upon. supposedly it was a euphoric sensation for the human as much as the vampire. he texts one of his longtime feeders to arrive at the address where he is at. " i know of a few humans who offer their blood. sometimes the hunt does not feel worth it and getting instant gratification is much better. " though aemond rarely passed an opportunity to chase down victims, he did not want to leave her company just yet.