Having to keep a secret when it concerned Aemond was hard. You were holding onto your title dearly, and didn't want to lose it because of the whims of a prince you hated.

Yet, when his gaze was on you, when his lips kissed yours... All that mattered was finding a good place to hide in. Even now, as the gathering ended, Aemond was a few steps behind, waiting for the turn to catch up to you. You had announced something that he did not like, and he was ready to do anything to stop you. Anything.

You felt hands suddenly grasping at you, pulling you into a hidden corner, and quickly, Aemond's lips were on yours, concealing the squeak that threatened to leave your lips.

"Do not marry."

Aemond demanded between kisses.

"Break your engagement with them."