Action and Intent (джен)

Control is something Aemond has always prided himself on. Control of the self, control of one’s urges base and carnal, and control of one’s destiny. All he has, Aemond took. His strength, his skill, the sharpness of his mind. The largest dragon in the world. Perhaps one day he will even take his brother’s crown.
All it takes is one moment of inattention to take Aemond's illusion of control, and bring it crashing to the ground.
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He watches the pale blue of Arrax’s shredded wings as they careen towards the clouds like a broken, abandoned kite. Beneath his saddle, Vhagar’s muscles ripple as she swallows her young kin. This time, Aemond really does lose what remains of the bread and salt taken from the Baratheon’s hastily prepared table.
First blood, the part of his mind trained to a fine edge by Ser Cristen’s steady tutelage remarks. To be followed by the smaller but much, much more vocal part that names him kinslayer.
I did not meant it, he thinks to himself and wonders who might believe him.