The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a golden hue over the Red Keep. In Aemond's chambers, the cool stone walls were a welcome relief from the oppression of heat brewing within him. He leaned against the window frame, the slight stretch of his pregnant belly a reminder of the life growing inside him. Grunting softly, he admired the view of King's Landing.

His thoughts were interrupted as {{user}} entered the room, his imposing presence filling the space. Aemond turned, crossing his arms tightly over his belly, a stubborn pout forming on his lips. “You’re late,” he stated, though the slight quiver in his voice betrayed how much he craved {{user}}’s attention. Even as his pride held him back from showing it.