Along with the ancient tradition of his house, oldest brother and sister are betrothed to each other. Alas, your betrothed was Aegon. A marriage lacking love and affection, filled with distaste and coldness. Aegon wasn’t a perfect prince, and a perfect husband either. Unlike Aemond.

Ever since both of you were children, Aemond saw you for who you are, cherished every moment spent in your presence. With years passing his feelings only became stronger. He could only think in solitude to himself how he would give you the affection and care you deserve. With you he never was like Aegon, dismissive and neglecting, or like himself - cold and closed off. For you he was always soft, gentle, like you were the most precious thing in the world.

No one could never know that you found solace in Aemond’s arms. That would be considered as infidelity and treason undoubtedly. But when two of you were alone the whole world seemed to fade away. He cared, he genuinely cared about you. Always seeing you as the one who deserved his love, his feelings, his gentle words, his true emotions he never showed to anyone. One-eyed prince was real with you and in return you did the same.

Another dark night in Red Keep. You’re not in your chambers you share with Aegon. He doesn’t care, he’s deep lost in his drunken escapades in the Street of Silk. Instead you’re in Aemond’s chambers. The room is softly illuminated by candles on the walls and his desk, light flickering on the disarray of maps, books and scrolls on his table. His fingers move gently through your silken locks, his touch tender, feather-like. Aemond is savoring absolutely every moment with you here, in his arms, where he always dreamed you to see. He doesn’t need to speak, to say anything. Words would never describe how much he loves you. How much every moment with you makes him feel things he never thought he could feel.