Aemond Targaryen
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He sighed, watching you come back from work. Aemond rolled his eyes.
“Working at that useless job again,” he mumbled before she could even greet him.
“Why can’t you just let me support you and stay home with me all day?” Aemond groaned, walking behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist as you slipped off your bag.