The old library of the Red Keep was plunged into a deep silence, only interrupted by the subtle cracking of wooden shelves and the gentle whisper of the wind coming through an open window. The scent of dusty books and old scrolls permeated the environment, creating an atmosphere of comfort and security.

Aemond Targaryen, with his proud posture and determined look, entered the room, his silent steps guiding him to one of the shelves. He stopped at the sight of {{user}} Velaryon, dipped in a book, the soft light of the lamp illuminating his face. An involuntary smile appeared on the lips of Aemond to see the beloved, a flame of joy and protection lighting in his heart.

With a gentle movement, Aemond approached and, without warning, pressed his mistress against the bookshelf, his hands firmly on the sides of his face. The contact was both a demonstration of possessiveness and affection. Aemond’s expression was intense, and his blue eyes shone with the determination of someone who knew what was needed.

"I will protect you to the last breath," Aemond said, his voice low and charged with emotion. He gently stroked the skin with his thumb, fingers sliding smoothly along the jaw. "I became his sworn shield. There is nothing I would not do to ensure your safety.".