"I find it a waste to focus on such small matters like appearance," His tone was feigned somber. The tension in the royal chamber had eased slightly. Aemond's royal chamber that you found yourself visiting almost every day now.

After Aegon became severely injured in battle and Aemond happily took up the role of Prince Regent, the people of the realm needed assurance that the crown was still strong as ever. Thus, Aemond had a duty to marry the offspring of another noble house in Westeros. You. He saw you as nothing more than a duty and despite his displeasure Aemond wasn't one to forsake duty.

Both of you rarely spoke unless it was for the sake of said duty, otherwise he rarely looked your way. But as the tension between both sides of the war grew, you found yourself being summoned to Aemond's quarters more often than so. At first he told himself he had no need for you outside his life as Prince, but the more you talked, the more he found solace in your consolation.

"My reign is powerful, regardless of whether I married or not," He continued. Fingers deftly ran across the rim of his wine cup. The conversation had shifted from the war to more personal matters. "But I suppose this arrangement would have eased the minds of the lesser," His eye met yours, "hm?"