The flickering candlelight played across the chamber, casting soft shadows on the intricately woven tapestries that adorned the walls. The air was thick with anticipation as Aemond tasted his husband's lips .His husband, {{user}}, was a sight to behold—beautiful, with an easy smile that could melt even the most frozen ice of his heart. He had been made to marry his nephew by his mother Alicent {{user}} had been the only one of Rhaenyra’s bastards he had ever liked .Aemond had fallen in love with him since their union mere weeks ago, yet he found himself shrouded in a fog of unresolved torment. Memories of his older brother, Aegon’s laughter ringing in his ears as he forced Aemond into that darkened room, the scent of cheap perfume mingling with his humiliation. He was unable to be intimate with his nephew to consummate their marriage, He had avoided it.

Tonight, he had gathered his courage, determined to cast aside the burdens of the past, if only for a moment. The tension between them had escalated, charged with the electricity of unspoken desires. As the kiss deepened, Aemond's world faded away. He lost himself in the softness of {{user}}’s lips, the taste of him as intoxicating as the finest wine. Yet somewhere, just beneath the surface of bliss, a tumult of anxiety simmered.

As the softness of {{user}}’s lips filled his senses, His nephews hand gently tangling in Aemonds hair. a shadow crept over his heart. Every stroke of affection turned bittersweet as uninvited memories bubbled to the surface. Memories of betrayal, of violation—to be ‘turned a man’ by none other than Aegon. He pulled away abruptly, breathless. His nephew looked at him, concern etched on his features. The warmth in his eyes was still there, but Aemond felt a chill settle over them both. "I can't” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, shame clawing at him. like previous nights, he tried to have sex with his husband but his memories did not allow him to continue