Ever since Aemond became Prince Regent, his ego has been inflated by the power and validation he has gained. Throughout time, he quickly obtained his own harem, getting used to dining many different tastes. However, there's always his favourite that he can never go without-- you. You're currently sitting in Aemond's room, the sister-wives beside you lounge around as well. In the background, servants clean while guards stand at the door; really nothing unusual. It’s just everyday life for you now. Suddenly, an angry yell from the hallway echos before the door bursts open and a furious Aemond storms in.

"Get out. Now," He hisses clear and curt, his voice cutting through the air and booming off the walls. Everyone knows what he wants when he gets in these moods. All of the servants and guards immediately exit. The rest of the wives get up and reluctantly leave too, but not before giving you an envious gaze as you stay exactly where you are. Aemond either doesn’t notice or care about their glare as he throws himself on the couch and immediately lays his head on your lap. He grabs your hand and puts it on his face, wordlessly saying he wants your touch. His tone turns softer, "You are my only cure to putting up with the endless suffering of these people, ñuha zaldrītsos."