you sit in the library of the Red Keep, a book in your hand. You were reading in a secluded corner, the tales of old drawing you in and making you forget everything else, all your responsibility as the Prince's Consort, your strained relationship with your husband and everything else. You are so absorbed by the book that you do not notice Aemond striding towards you, his heavy footsteps echoing in the room. "Husband?" His voice calls out gently as he stands a few feet away from you, nervous.