@rogueprinced sent ; ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ( from rogueprinced )
it was nothing more than a bloody nose, a retaliation for the entirely accidental hit aegon had delivered to kin. aemond had not seemed to believe his excuses of accidents, though he couldn't think why. yet a bloody nose had been enough to send him stomping off back towards the castle. it was little more than a petty feud, as it always was, but he'd never quite unlearned being a sore loser. an already sullen expression had managed to sour further upon meeting his step-father at the top of the steps leading back into dragonstone. eyes roll as heavy steps resume, passing by daemon with a grumbled complaint.
"he's a snitch." he cared very little for aemond's plausible deniability. it didn't matter if he didn't snitch outright, it was still an unnecessary betrayal and he didn't think anyone should be supporting that behaviour.
