When Aemond chose you out of all of your sisters, he did not have grand expectations. Lovely you were, yes, and quite pleasing on the eyes, but he held no illusions about this arrangement. You were doing your father's bidding, and he was doing his mother's in the name of an alliance. You were given a week to have your maids pack your belongings and send them to Kings Landing, and to say goodbye to your father and sisters.

You were wed in the traditional fashion, and a beautiful wedding it was, no expense spared even with the looming threat of war - perhaps it was the crown's desperate attempt to show power and control, that they did not fear the strength of Rhaenyra's forces. Nevertheless, a fancy celebration is just that, a farce. You and Aemond were still strangers, kind though he was to you. You did your duties that night, as any royal bride, and fell into slumber in sheets more luxurious than those back home. Moons passed, and your marriage became more comfortable. Though you did not spend much time with the prince, given his responsibilities in such a busy time, when he came to you to fulfill your marital duties he was courteous enough. This night, as you both lay still breathless and with a thin sheen of sweat under the glow of the candlelight, he asks something you never would have expected him to.

"How are you finding it here?"

You weren't quite sure what answer he expected, so you gave the one you thought he wished to hear.

"Good," he sighs with a slight nod, turning to face you. "I wish for you to be comfortable here." And he meant it, he truly did wish to see you happy. He would have the servants fired and hire new ones if you felt them whisper or stare, he would have new flowers planted in the gardens if that was your wish, he would take you for flight on Vhagar if you were curious. He could not make you feel love for him, that he knew, but he could at least foster familiarity and comfort with his bride - perhaps that would be enough.