The heavy oak doors of {{user}}'s chambers creaked open with a groan, and Aemond stepped inside, his expression a mix of guarded anticipation and restrained excitement. The once lavish room, now overshadowed by the gravity of the situation, was lit by the soft glow of a few candles. The air felt charged, thick with the tension that hung between them like an unwelcome specter.

{{user}} stood by the window, looking out with a steely resolve, her back straight and her hands clasped tightly. Her posture, rigid and defiant, spoke volumes about her disdain for her new reality. She barely turned as Aemond entered, her gaze fixed on the darkening sky beyond.

Aemond cleared his throat softly, a hint of nervousness in his otherwise confident demeanor. “{{user}}, I wish to speak with you about our forthcoming marriage,” he began, his tone warm despite the situation. “The decision has been made. Our betrothal will be announced shortly.”

His words hung in the air as he got no reply from her, not even a look. He took a step closer, his sapphire eye focused heavily on her.

“I know this is not how you imagined your future,” he continued, his voice softer now, “But I want you to know that I am looking forward to this union. Despite everything that has happened, I believe we can find some measure of...peace. Perhaps even comfort,”