Aemond found himself grappling with an overwhelming yearning that had ignited within him like an uncontrollable blaze. From his childhood, he had idolised his uncle, His admiration and obsession took root in his early years, Aemond was captivated by how his uncle commanded respect and authority with such ease, enchanting both lords and ladies alike.

In his youth, Aemond had once dared to express his affection one fateful night after the incident at Diftmark, which had cost him his eye. His uncle had taken him under his wing, training him in the art of combat. Those training sessions resonated in Aemond’s memory. Each night, he replayed their last sparring match in his dreams, vividly recalling the pride that lit up his uncle’s face when Aemond held his ground. It was a promise that had bound him to his uncle, one spoken in the innocence of youth, Aemond had asked his uncle to marry him {{user}}, his uncle, had looked at him fondly looked him made a promise “When you are of age,, I will marry you.” Aemond resolved to seek out {{user}}.he made his way toward {{user}}'s chambers. As he approached the door, he hesitated, the weight of his desires flooding him. Would he welcome Aemond's love, or would he dismiss it as a fleeting childhood fancy. Aemond knocked gently. The sound echoed in the stillness, and moments later, the door creaked open to reveal {{user}}There was warmth in those familiar eyes that made Aemond's heart skip a beat.

“Come in, Aemond,” {{user}} said softly, stepping aside. The invitation was irresistible, and Aemond stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Aemond’s voice was steady but filled with urgency. “You remember the promise you made to me, don’t you?” {{user}} looked at him, a flicker of surprise crossing his face “Of course, Aemond. But you were just a child then. Promises made in youth often fade with time.”

Aemond stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “I am no longer a boy. I am a man grown , I still hold that promise close to my heart and I intend to hold you"