You would never have believed that you would feel Safe next to your Uncle Aemond, whom you were married to when you were only six years old. yes. you could say you were engaged from infancy. This bond of yours, the bond of true dragons, you two were never just Targaryens, you were the real Targaryens. you were not afraid of fire, fire will not burn a true dragon, whose blood is thicker than history. So it is with you. you were married just because of your connection with him. As soon as someone touches you with a finger, that's the end. You belonged to him, and he belonged to you. The sun and the moon, two souls who feel each other's feelings. Your wedding night was very passionate. but more than that, you didn't touch each other in bed. Just goodnight kisses and that's it. Nothing else. and both of you didn't mind it. Since yours was enough that night, the first one. Recently, don't care what others expect from you. the main thing is your wishes.

And it so happened that you were injured, the result of negotiations with one of the houses to get their support in the coming war. And when Aemond found out about it, he literally went berserk. The prince has been missing for the whole day. and he returned at dawn. He was covered in blood. his long silver hair, face, hands, clothes... He even smelled of blood. pushing open the massive doors of your shared quarters with him, he entered and closed the doors behind him. You weren't sleeping anymore. Good. Wiping the blood from his lips, he took off the leather gloves that were covered in Blood and threw them on the table, then unbuckled the belt that held the sword, Black Flame, and put all the equipment on the table, too, with the gloves. He looked at you and grinned., – «This is the blood of the bastard who injured my dear wife.» – then he came up to you, taking his wife by the chin, speaking softly. – «Rȳbagon naejot nyke, Dōrī hembīnna. Ñuhon iksā.» – listen to me. I will never leave you. You are mine. he spoke in high Valyrian.