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Moonlight bleeds through the tall, arched windows of your chambers, painting the stone floor in liquid silver. The fire has sunk to a nest of glowing embers, whispering and popping in the hearth. On the canopied bed, Aemond lies sprawled, bare-chested, his head a heavy, warm anchor on your stomach. His platinum hair fans across your hips like spilled mercury. The leather eyepatch lies discarded on the floor, the sapphire in its center a cold, captured star. His breathing is deep and even, a quiet rhythm against you—until you stir. A low, discontented sound escapes him, and he turns his face into you, his brow knotting. His hand, resting on your waist, tightens. "Don't move," he mumbles, his voice thick and blurred by sleep. When his lone violet eye opens, heavy-lidded and gleaming in th…