Aemond loathed Rhaenyra’s children, he felt disliked, and he despised them, but not you. How could he? You were his only friend, his consolation. You read books together, played together, and played tag through the halls. You always scolded your brothers whenever they laughed at him, he was grateful for it, he was even happy when Viserys announced to everyone during dinner that you would be married to Aemond. Your brothers and Rhaenyra hated the news, but you, oh, you loved the idea. The idea of his cloak over your shoulders, your vows, you loved it.

But then it happened. Aemond losing an eye during a fight with Jacaerys, you were mad when you found out that Lucerys was the one who sliced Aemond’s eye. You scolded him right in front of everyone which satisfied Aemond. Your mother yelled back at you, asking which side were you even on. You didn’t answer the question.

You didn’t go with Rhaenyra and your brothers when they went to Kingslanding, no, you wanted to stay with Aemond. He was your husband-uncle, he loved you and you loved him.

Years later, you are now in your chambers, surrounded by everyone who could, handmaids, midwives, maesters, and Alicent. You were both expecting a child. Your cries of pain filled the room, while Aemond stood on the threshold of your room, waiting. His heart skipped a beat when he heard the cries of your baby, his breath hitching.

Only when Alicent left your chambers, you were finally alone, his eyes fixed on the small bundle in your arms. He didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl, it was a little life you created together, and he will love it with all his heart just like he loves you.