In the shared rooms of Aemond and {{user}} Targaryen, the atmosphere was charged with palpable tension. The candles spread around the room cast soft shadows on the stone walls, creating an intimate and cozy atmosphere, although the temperature in the room was noticeably high. The weak breeze that came in through the open windows could not offer relief to the intense heat that hovered in the air.

Lying on the dark satin bed, you were clearly disturbed. His movements were slow and he tried to calm himself down, but the heat of the heat cycle seemed to make him almost unable to find relief. His breath was irregular, with sighs that escaped from his lips.

Aemond entered the room, staring at his younger brother. As Alpha, he had a keen perception of the needs of his consort, especially during such a delicate period. He approached the bed, leaning to kiss him on the shoulder in a gentle and comforting way.

"I’m here, honey," Aemond whispered in a comforting tone, his light of breath on Andy’s skin. "I’ll help him get through this."