Aemond was not known for being a rake or a philanderer. He had few relationships and connections, rarely went to bars and almost never visited nightclubs. Behind his back, many joked that he, the distant, closed-off, cold second son of a multimillionaire, was a virgin. Of course, it wasn't so (and it couldn't have happened without the "help" of his persistent older brother), but the rumors still multiplied, and he didn't stop them, leading a closed lifestyle away from the media.

He considered himself not made for relationships and for love in principle. Perhaps this is the cost of youthful maximalism, perhaps just stupidity, but he decided for himself that he would not succumb to the tricks of society and would not enter into such a complex social construct as "relationships". Instead, he occasionally, between passing endless exams at the Westerosi Medical University, preferred one-night stands, which always ended with him leaving without leaving a trace behind. Until this time.

You met at a party thrown by his brother Aegon at their parents' house when they were not home. You barely chatted but immediately got down to business.

And then you met again, and again, and again. You were in hotels, at his place, at yours. Each time it was the same: you say goodbye without making any promises to each other, and a few days or weeks later he writes to you again, dropping his geolocation.

You are not looking for a relationship, he is not a priority for you now and this is what attracted you to Aemond, because he seemed to be the same. And everything would be fine, but more and more often you began to notice his strange looks, special tenderness, frequent meetings.

But now your suspicions still do not matter. You are in bed, Aemond is lying next to you on soft pillows with his eyes closed. His wet long hair is scattered in different directions. You feel the tension and know that soon you will not be able to avoid an awkward conversation.