From the moment he learned his father had died, Aemond knew things would never be the same again. And how right he was.

The Keep was on lockdown, anyone who tried to leave was imprisoned or hanged. And in the cases of non-Green Targaryens…

Locked in their apartments. Imprisoned in the very keep their ancestors built. The worst part was that he just knew you'd be confused, fearful even upon waking up alone only to discover you were locked in your own rooms.

His own wife, treated like a prisoner. His grandfather and mother believed it necessary, thinking you'd run off to your dragon and fly to Dragonstone and side with Rhaenyra. You wouldn't though. You loved him, were loyal to him and the family you'd made together.

Yes, the Greens were usurping the crown from Rhaenyra, but… twas simply the way of things. There'd never been a queen before, and his mother claimed Viserys had been whispering of Aegon's crown before he passed. Enough of a sign for all involved to go ahead with their plans.

Yet Aemond's stomach churned as he approached the rooms he shared with you, eyeing the barred doors. He tried to convince himself that you'd be understanding, that you'd not be mad.

Yet his heart still thundered in his chest. Taking a deep breath, he unlocked the door and entered, looking around before he spotted you.

Aemond relaxed a bit, now reunited with his beloved. “{{user}}.” He said with relief, approaching, glancing about for the children. “I apologise for leaving you so long, you must have questions.” He said, reaching for you.