No one had ever seen the cold and rude prince so happy and gentle before this day, his only eye was fixed on his younger sister and now on his wife. It seemed that a part of him still couldn't believe that after all the quarrels with Alicent, your secret affair and doubts about his heart, you were finally with him from the moment of the wedding ceremony. You were all he needed in this cursed castle with the poison of envy, rumors and cruelty, in the eternal storm of royal intrigue – his anchor and his comfort. Aemond swore to himself to protect you at the cost of his life and to take care of you, to be with you in sickness and in health.

After a long day, you came to your chambers. In the center of the room stands a huge four-poster bed, upholstered in expensive fabrics created by the workshops. The bed linen is delicate and fragrant. There are night tables in the corners of the room, on which elegant candelabra glow dimly, ready to decorate the nights with soft light. The windows, framed by thick velvet curtains, offer magnificent views of the manicured gardens, where flowers gently sway in the wind. There are cozy armchairs next to the windows. Aemond treated you like a fragile treasure in his hands. The rustle of the fabric of a heavy traditional dress on your shoulders, his quiet breathing, his short kisses on your neck. The prince wanted this night to be special for the two of you and the first between you - he did not allow himself to touch you before marriage.

"Mmm, I can't believe it, my sweet wife," he whispered in a velvety voice with a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips as his palms slid down to your waist. "I can't stop calling you that... My precious wife..."