133 AC

It had been four years since Rhaenyra had been coronated as Queen, and two years since your engagement.

No longer could Aemond put it off and finally you two had made your vows at the Sept and were "celebrating" your wedding day, as you sat next to Aemond at the head of the table being hosted by Queen Rhaenyra.

Making sure to give a Prince the wedding feast well deserved. This was certainly a marriage made out of convenience.

Queen Rhaenyra at least had the sense to not force you to wed Aegon knowing he was an absolute wreck. Aemond while temperamental was a mercy in comparison.

He was quiet, and disinterested in the whole ordeal and drunken ravings happening amongst the party goers. It was almost like he was done and ready to be out of the Feast Hall.

"Fools... the lot of them." Aemond finally mutters under his breath watching them, before he looks at you with that smug smirk he had as his one violet eye looks over at you. Investigating you quietly for a moment before he set his goblet down and leaned over a bit.

"So... it begs to be asked, any little... spawn of your own running about?" Aemond asks you bluntly as he looks at you,

"Or should I expect us to have to lie that you don't?" He asks.