After his thirteen name day Aemond promised himself he’ll never return to the street of silk.

Never

But how his provisions started to crumble after what happened on the Storm’s End. How he started to doubt his will power to never cross the threshold of the brothel.

His mother blamed him for starting a war between Green and Blacks. Like the war wouldn’t started in the moment she started to wear the green dress before his birth or when she lifted his father’s dagger on Driftmark to take was what brutally taken from him.

He was ashamed for even thinking of returning to the woman that hurt him those years ago. If you heard those thoughts you would be nothing more than disgusted. His precious twin sister. Only few minutes younger than him. Sister he swore to protect and never let down.

But he desperately needed comfort. You two were born after Alicent decided to start wearing green. You were born into her anger and hatred not knowing how mother’s comfort feel like.

Yet he craved it.

The only thing that was keeping him away from street of silk was the image of your disappointment gaze after you’d find out. Because you absolutely would. He never knew how to keep secrets from you.

So when he walked into your chambers late at night after the small council meeting you couldn’t do anything else but comfort him after what he told you ‘another disagreement with Alicent’. He wasn’t calling her mother anymore.

So now there you were. Laying in your bed with your Aemond’s head resting on your shoulder and his form hiding under the warm blanket. It wasn’t like you haven’t seen him like that before, moment of passion in your or his bedroom was forged deeply into your mind, but he never was more vulnerable than now. Now only thing he wished for nothing more but a comforting presence of his twin.