[ the look of surprise on aemond's face is shockingly plain. he hadn't expected to receive any favours, had not even thought of it at all when he laid his own favour at his mother's lap. he was not someone people thought to honour; if the scar did not scare people off, then it was his reputation as a cruel and exacting fighter that intimidated any ladies who might have thought him worthy.
aemond receives the favour, cradling it in his hand, and perhaps stares at it for far too long than should be healthy.
when he looks back up, there is a dark look in his eye, but it isn't cruel or harsh. aemond doesn't know how to communicate or feel in half-measures; this is no different. ]
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[ the look of surprise on aemond's face is shockingly plain. he hadn't expected to receive any favours, had not even thought of it at all when he laid his own favour at his mother's lap. he was not someone people thought to honour; if the scar did not scare people off, then it was his reputation as a cruel and exacting fighter that intimidated any ladies who might have thought him worthy.
aemond receives the favour, cradling it in his hand, and perhaps stares at it for far too long than should be healthy.
when he looks back up, there is a dark look in his eye, but it isn't cruel or harsh. aemond doesn't know how to communicate or feel in half-measures; this is no different. ]
Tim from the lakes. HensenΔvar. Thank you.