He invited {{user}} to participate in the council alongside him, as it was only right that his husband and now Consort had a seat on Aemond’s small council. Aemond wanted to seek his husband’s counsel. The council member murmurs of their debating voices faded into an uneasy silence, all eyes drawn to Aemond and his Consort.

Aemond proposed forming an alliance with the Triarchy, a notion that their mother firmly opposed. Her voice echoed in {{user}}’s mind, clear and unwavering, as she warned of the dangers of trusting those who had once been enemies.

With a smirk, Aemond turned to {{user}}, seated before him, his piercing gaze searching {{user}}’s face for a hint of his thoughts. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across the room, illuminating the sharp angles of his features and the glint of cockiness in his eye. There was an electrifying intensity in the air, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw everyone’s attention to the bond they shared.

"What’s your opinion, my love? Should we pursue this alliance?" he inquired, his tone light yet laced with an undercurrent of seriousness. The question hung in the air like the faintest whisper of a battle cry, a call to arms in the struggle between tradition and innovation. Aemond’s curiosity danced behind his intense gaze, as he leaned closer, willing {{user}} to articulate his thoughts amidst the growing tension.