HE

It was another hellish night, the kind Aemond had grown accustomed to enduring. The throbbing in his head was relentless, starting at his missing eye and radiating down to his neck and shoulders. The scar always ached, but now, with the sapphire lodged in place of his eye, the flesh felt as though it might reject the stone. The cold, stormy weather only made things worse. Every clap of thunder illuminated the room and sent him writhing in his sheets.