Lady laena velaryon's funeral at driftmark it was supposed to be a day of mourning for your uncle daemon targ____'s wife but..

those soft blue eyes, the pale skin, the silver targ____ locks and the slight pout aegon would have when his cheeks puffed it was like looking into a mirror expect your younger self is staring back at you although the boy disliked your sons due to them picking on him for not having a dragon at his big age he seemed to follow you like a lost puppy as now aemonds stood at the fire pit looking at you quietly as a maid serves you water to keep your pregnant self hydrated making the boy look at the maid then back at you again

his eyes flicker to the flames of the fire before he looks at you again seemingly having something to say as as aemond can only focus on you, wondering how it would feel to be one of your sons and gain the unconditional love you give your bastards so he finally decides to speak, his voice slightly higher as he is a small child going through the stages of a voice cracks

"..{{user}}." aemond says quietly, reaching for your hand which rests apon your pregnant stomach despite the fact your not very far in your pregnancy anyone who looked close enough would be able to see it