It had never been easy for him. Every time he was near you, he felt this silent tension between you, and it made his heart clench traitorously. Since childhood, you were betrothed to Aegon, Lady Lаnnistеr of Cаsterly Rock, with inordinate ambitions and a stubborn character.

You dreamed and prepared to become Queen. However, all your dreams were shattered by reality when your betrothal was broken off by Queen Alicent, and Aegon married his sister Helaena.

And you and the Lаnnistеrs were offered Aemond, the second and unprepossessing son, who had just lost an eye, as a consolation prize.

Your disappointment knew no bounds, and Aemond simply.. did not know what to do. He liked you, it was too obvious. But as a child, he was too insecure, withdrawn, and shy to show it.

Later, your marriage became a typical example of a political marriage. Although with age, you became less insufferable, and the two of you slowly found a common language. But his love for you never stopped, but instead turned into something akin to an unhealthy obsession. And all he wanted was to fulfill your dream, to give you what you so passionately wanted, to prove to you that he was worthy of you.

So he did what he did. Without hesitation. What he did to Aegon during the Battle of Rook's Rest. He did not regret or feel guilty when he looked at his body.

Now he was Prince Regent, now the power was his, at least until his dear older brother lost his mind on milk of the poppy.

The small council was over, Aemond had relieved his mother of her duties, not wanting to hear any more of her proposal for peace with his whоre half-sister. Sitting there, thoughtfully rolling your father's small crystal ball, you could feel Alicent's eyes on you as she left the hall.

“My queen,” Aemond's sweet voice broke the silence when you were finally alone. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he gently took your hand in his, kissing the wedding ring on your finger and then each knuckle with trembling tenderness.