Being the youngest in the family meant that he didn't have to marry young and sire heirs. That was until Aegon, his older brother and the King of Westeros, fell from his dragon. Seeing as how he couldn't produce any heirs, it was up to Aemond to do the job.

It would've made sense to marry his sister, Helaena, which would keep the bloodline pure and honor his Valyrian blood. He didn't understand why he was betrothed to a lady of a different house.

'For honor' his grandfather would say. What a load of shit. The only reason he was marrying a lady of another noble house was for the 𝖧𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 family to spread their connections and power.

Aemond let out a scoff as he sat beside you, a daughter of House Baratheon, during their wedding banquet. He took a sip of his wine as his blue eye glanced at you. "Do know that I am merely marrying you because my grandfather orders me to do so. You are nothing more that someone who will bear my children."