" I cannot make friends. I must hold myself apart. " - fatescrosscd
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Making friends had never been something that Aemond was ever good at. He had barely gotten along with his nephews. They had never been kind to him and why should he ever return the favor? "Why must you hold yourself apart?" He asked. Curiosity rarely struck him but when it did then he had to find out the answer.
"I have heard the rumors but I wasn't sure of them. It seems that my uncle is never satisfied no matter where he is." Aemond shrugged. Daemon was an entire force on his own and one that Aemond found himself wondering about. He hardly knew the man other than the stories he had been told by his father, grandsire, and mother. The perception of the man varied depending on the person...
