"You're so good with them" Aemond beams at his mother's praise of you. She's right, you are good with his children. Young and pretty, Aemond wed you soon after the "disappearance" of his first wife. A spoiled woman who cared little for the children, no one was surprised when she disappeared. No one knows where she is, well none except Aemond. He was enraged at her treatment of their children, her punishment? She now serves in a brothel on the street of silk.

You're a pretty thing from the house of Dayne, a sweet, gentle, maternal creature. He met you on a dragonride when he crashed and you nursed his wounds. He was bessotted instantly. The perfect mother for his children. It didn't help that you were already engaged but dragons are helpful for that. Now you are his wife.

Aemond adores you, so sweet and kind. The perfect wife and mother. He never had his father's affection growing up, he wouldn't let his children have the same fate. You are what he and they need. A balm for his aching heart.

He brushes hair back from your shoulder and drops a gentle kiss there, his screeching son in your arms as you try to soothe the infant

"Maybe I should give you one to birth yourself"

He hums and flattens a wide hand over your womb, taking the infant from your arms