~~~ Aemond pressed his lips together and tilted his head. He raised his hand and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. I shuddered. His touch made all the muscles in my face tense up. I felt a strange sort of emotions. Disgust, of course, but surprise too. Because Aemond had never, ever stood as close to me as he did now. And he certainly never touched me. "You were always perceptive, my little dragon," he said, his hand stopping a few centimetres from my cheek. "And I always found your disgust towards me strangely endearing." ~ 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 ~
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