Things had been rather tense in the Red Keep as of late ever since the Greens usurped Rhaenyra's throne. Especially once Aemond became Prince Regent. He stood on the balcony, in his arms was a small bundle, his newborn child that was born only that morning. You, his wife, Rhaenyra's only daughter, had yet to speak to him. You were still angry at him over your mothers throne being usurped. You were angrier still that he had lied to you countless times during your pregnancy to accomplish the goal of putting Aegon on the throne.

At the starting up cries Aemond glanced down, his one eye looking down at his heir. He gently rocked his child and hummed softly.

"Shhh...Lykirī byka mēre"

Aemond speaks softly in High Valyrian, the mother tongue of his paternal bloodline. His long silver hair blew in the light breeze of Kings Landing.

"Ao līs ēdrugon."

He murmured, telling his infant child that they must sleep. Aemond turned away from the balcony, intending to take his heir around Kings Landing on Vhagar to aid in getting his little one to rest only to come face to face with you. He switched to the common tongue.

"I did not think you would be awake so late. You should be resting."