You and Aemond didn’t think something like that could happen in modern times. Maybe in 1800 or earlier. But now? No.

You and him were married for long, long time. Met in 15th century, married in 16th and together since then. Two lonely vampires finding each other after years and becoming one non beating heart.

And it was peaceful since then. In your house in richer side of London you lived in since Victorian era. Centuries filled with love and passion… and of course with fangs and blood.

Then everything, every year and every moment of passion summed into this. A child laying in basket at dark night under your doors. You were coming back from your usual feeding. Dressed in black coats, you in a shirt with ruffled collar and him in suit like always. With umbrella over your heads to hide your faces and any evidence of blood.

You both stopped at your track when a soft cry could be heard. His shoulder tensed your hands shook before squeezing on the keys.

And then it was almost like you could hear you heart beating when you get the baby inside and put the basket on the antique table to Aemond’s grimace. Out of all places a wriggling, crying baby had to be laid on his table?

Not like he ate anything special on it.

And now you two were standing in front of the basket looking at the baby’s pale face and light blond hair. With wide eyes you held into Aemond’s suit — to stop him or more to stop yourself into coming closer to the little foundling.