Mm.

[ a soft hum, this time. a gentler hand over tim's own, not the sharp touch from before. there is no bite this time, no painful grip. tim deserves to be free. a kind heart in true, just as his mother had said; he sees the truth of it now.

tim is worthy, proved himself again and again.

it only takes a simple pull forward as aemond leans in and presses a soft kiss to tim's forehead. ]

I appreciate your listening to me.

Win your games, brother mine. You do not need your family to cheer for you, when I am here. Show no mercy.