The Red Keep lay enveloped in an eerie stillness, with torches flickering on the walls, casting dancing shadows along the stone passageways. The cool night air provided a refreshing contrast to the day's oppressive heat. It was a tranquil evening, much like countless others, yet for {{user}}, each footfall felt heavier, and every sound resonated with the tension that gripped his chest. The weight of unspoken words and hidden truths hung in the air, thick and suffocating, as he navigated the familiar corridors that had once felt like a sanctuary but now felt like a labyrinth of secrets.

{{user}} carefully entered his brother's Aemonds chambers, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The large bed with velvet curtains, the unlit fireplace, the books neatly arranged on a sturdy oak table, everything seemed in place. The memory of that night was still vivid, the way Aemond had looked at him , touched him, kissed him. The way Aemond had whispered sweet nothings filled with obsession and devotion

The past two moons had been a silent agony. The morning sickness, the fatigue that weighed down {{user}}, and the unsettling realization that he was harbouring a perilous secret within him—the child of his brother was developing inside. Each day brought a new wave of nausea, a reminder of the life that was growing within him, a life that was both a blessing and a curse. The thought of it filled him with a mix of joy and dread.

He had hid his pregnancy well his bump was only small, small enough to hide beneath slightly looser clothing, He spent most of his time occupying the library alone which he had always done, He still rode his dragon almost every morning . The only behaviour that had looked strange was {{user}}'s had not been attending his training with Aemond nor Ser Criston.