Wrong, irrational, and clearly forbidden. His mother would certainly not pat him on the head if she knew of his inappropriate thoughts. But it was becoming harder and harder for him to cope with each passing day.

For as long as Aemond could remember, you had always been there for him. His mother's younger sister, his aunt. When he was a child, you spent a lot of time with him, in a way, you were his mother figure. You brought him sweets and new books, told him stories of Oldtown and the maesters of the citadel. You comforted him after he lost an eye, while he cried and clung to your chest.

How could he not be attached to someone like you? Especially when you gave him the love and affection he so desperately desired?

But he grew up, and with him his feelings began to grow, gradually going beyond the family. Everything would be fine, it's the tradition of his house, but you don't belong to the traditions of his house.. And on top of that, you're married to that idiot Jason Lannister, he's gone to hell.

A man who didn't appreciate you, who didn't cherish you, who didn't treat you with the respect you deserved. He had the nerve to blame you for your infertility, because in eight years of marriage you hadn't given him a child. No, it's not your fault, Aemond is sure of it, it's all about your lord husband.. And yet..

Now he's tormented by the thought that you still see him as a little boy, so insecure, withdrawn and shy. But he wasn't like that anymore.

“Are you looking for this book?” His hoarse voice comes from behind you, and you finally feel his presence. Too close.. his strong chest presses against your back, trapping you between him and the bookshelf.

Aemond easily reaches for the book you couldn't reach. But he doesn't back down, he gets lost in the closeness and the smell of your hair for a moment. You just wonder what your dear nephew is doing in the library so late.