Aemond was rich. Disgustingly rich. He got family’s company — the one he always dreamed to have. His days were filled with meetings, annoying business partners and new contracts. He almost didn’t have time for anything else.

Almost

Aegon has met his with her. A sweet girl — beautiful and she did make his heart beat a bit faster. But he didn’t really had time for this now, he had duties to take care of and company to run after all. But after millionth time he heard he look in need of a stunning lady by his side he had grown irritated.

He chose you.

Aemond didn’t had relationships, he had contracts. And the thing between you was a contract, a transaction. You got money, clothes, jewelry. You wanted to go with him when he had an abroad business trip? Fine. You saw a new dress on runway you wanted? Done.

What he was getting back from this wasn’t hard to guess. A short visit here and there when he was on his way from one end of town to another for a meeting. Or long evenings when he particularly needed some time to relax after long day of dealing with his idiots of the coworkers. Your presence alone was enough too to soothe his tiredness.

Despite his cold demeanor and stoic nature, he enjoyed those sweet little ‘thank you’ from you after you got a gift from him. They were his little moments of triumph when he could sit in his office thinking how easy it was to win you over. You were sweet, gentle soul who managed to break through the cold layer of his heart. Even if he wouldn’t ever admit it to anyone.