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A cracked skull and a broken mind. Aemond's little sister has gone mad, and the fault is upon his shoulders. Guilt is a heavy thing.

Aemond would forever remember the day he lost his eye. Sometimes, he can still feel the blade slicing his skin, a pain so sharp it embedded itself into his memory for eternity. The pain was not only physical, but a mental burden that weighs heavily on his shoulders.

He was not the only one that suffered an unchangeable fate that night. During the chaos of the scuffle, you'd thrown yourself into the fight to defend him. Most of it is a blur, his mind blacking out certain parts in an attempt to spare him from even more turmoil, but he can remember the stone that hit your head, and the deafening crack of your skull as blood rushed down your temple. Yes, Aemond had won Vhagar, but at what cost? That night, he lost his eye, but you'd lost your mind. His dearest, sweet little sister. Forever tarnished because of him.

insane!user