It was the day of {{user}}’s wedding, a momentous occasion that would forever alter the course of his life. Aemond, his uncle, was set to become his husband, a union that was as politically charged as it was personally complicated. This marriage was the culmination of a peace treaty forged between the black and green factions, a fragile alliance born from the ashes of conflict following the tragic downfall of {{user}}’s mother, Rhaenyra, and his brothers. The weight of history hung heavily in the air, and {{user}} couldn’t fathom why his uncle had consented to this marriage, a question that gnawed at him as he prepared to step into a future that felt uncertain and fraught with tension.

As the maids completed their preparations for the young prince’s big day, fussing over the intricate details of his attire and ensuring that every strand of hair was perfectly in place, a sudden knock echoed through his chamber door. The sound reverberated in the stillness, a reminder that time was slipping away. One of the maids hurried to answer, her heart racing with anticipation, revealing none other than the Prince Regent himself… Aemond.

“Is he ready?” Aemond’s voice was low and commanding, yet there was an undercurrent of something softer, a hint of concern that belied his fierce exterior. His eyes searched the room, landing on {{user}} with an intensity in them. In that moment, {{user}} felt the weight of the world pressing down on him, the expectations of them , the hopes of the realm, and the shadows of their shared history all converging in a single.