Perhaps Aemond was doomed from the beginning.

The realm couldn't deny that his blood was tainted just because it was a combination of his mother and father. The second Alicents fingers caressed his skin, he was infected by her touch.

He was born and raised to be put against his half sister, it's no surprise that he grew up only knowing how to fight.

He wanted to take, and take, and take from Rhaenyra. She should have expected that her only daughter would be one of the things.

After a chat with the council, Viserys obliged. Aemond Targaryen and {{user}} Velaryon were to be wed.

Neither of you cared if you were married under the Seven. Aemond just wanted it under Targaryen culture, not Valyrian, not Hightower.

You were cursed as well. Cursed to be a woman.

You weren't supposed to be a conqueror like Aemond, you were just supposed to birth more for the future.

The court would not embrace your smarts or strength, they would rather worry about how fertile you were. You could throw in your all and try to prove yourself, but you would always be reduced to just a wife and mother.

Consummation proved to be effective, seeing as how your womb was now bearing the fruit of his seed.

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Under the same covers of your husband's bed, he remains indifferent, only leaning over to whisper in your ear. "And he shall be a son. A pure Targaryen for the line."

Again, you are reminded that the swell of your stomach would too be born cursed.