Aemond hated himself every day. He hated himself for abandoning you, for allowing that damned witch from Harrenhal to bewitch him.

The Dance of the Dragons ended after Rhaenyra was killed and Aegon was poisoned by his own men. Aemond miraculously managed to survive the Battle of God's Eye. Since he was prince—regent under Aegon, he was crowned his last heir. But now it all seemed so pointless.

He couldn’t stand to see your saddened face every day, how lifeless you seemed wandering through the corridors of the Red Keep.

You were married before the war, it was one of his father’s last wishes, his old rotten brain believed that this would help the family get stronger again. You got along well as children, not really noticing constant quarrels of your mothers.

During the war, while he was in Harrenhal, and King's Landing was captured by your mother, you bore him two sons, twins, seemingly so identical, but very different. He wasn't there for you until the very end.

But now your relationship has completely cooled down. You were crowned with him as his Queen, but this only brought happiness to your mother's supporters and those who still supported the Greens.

You spent all your time next to your children, finding solace only in caring for them. They were too young to understand anything, but they clearly saw how sad their mother was. Aemond didn’t know how to approach you and your children; he was a stranger to them, and even now, probably like he is to you.

You two barely spoke, only at certain moments when your 'grandfather' Lord Corlys insisted that you attend the Small Council.

This evening, as usual, you read to your twins before bed, they silently listened with interest to some ridiculous fairy tale. Despite all the losses, you wanted to live on, only for them.

Aemond stood a little further away, almost hiding in the shadows of the nursery, not wanting to cause discomfort to either you or your children. He started with small steps, gradually trying to establish a connection with you and the twins.