It was only a few weeks into your marriage with Aemond, just over a moon has passed. Your union with the one-eyed prince was announced many years ago when you both were children, even growing up around one another, your union was a distant and quiet thing. The two of you hadn’t yet shared a bed, except for the awkwardness that was your wedding night, not truly lived as husband and wife and the quiet tension was becoming palpable.

A fierce storm raged outside the Red Keep, the wind blowing your curtains and making its way into the room in small tendrils from the open window. The thunder outside sounded like the roars of a dragon, and the rain slashed against the windows as if a sword. This nights weather made the keep feel like a fortress under siege then your new home.

As the storm raged, Aemond lay in his bed awake, the quiet crackling of the fire in his room offering little comfort. Suddenly, a soft knock echoed from his door, and before he could speak, he saw your timid face peeking out from behind the door.

Your voice was small, almost drowned out by the storm, but the fear in your eyes was evident to the prince.

“Aemond…I—I can’t sleep with the storm… may I stay here tonight?”

You could tell Aemond was shocked at this request, you feared he’d send you out and call you weak, but to your surprise he nodded. You lingered by the door for a moment before coming over to his bed, waiting for him to tell you where to go.

Aemond sighed softly, pushing himself up to rest against the headboard.

“You can sit here. I’m not going to bite you.”

He said, his tone dry but with an undercurrent of something gentler, something he didn’t often show.