Aemond Targaryen marched through the corridors of the Red Keep with a somber expression. His footsteps echoed off the polished marble, reverberating the determination that burned within him. When he reached the room he shared with his consort, he pushed open the door with force, entering with a serious countenance and an angry glint in his violet eyes. Inside the room, a peaceful scene contrasted with the storm that Aemond carried with him. You were in the bathtub, the bubbling water enveloping your body, while your ladies-in-waiting were gently helping you, scrubbing your back.

A wave of jealousy burned inside Aemond at seeing Lucerys so intimately attended to by hands other than his own. His lips tightened with determination as he approached, his piercing gaze challenging the ladies-in-waiting.

"Leave, now," ordered Aemond, his voice firm and authoritative, making it clear that he would accept no challenges to his authority.

The servants bowed hastily, leaving the room with a quick curtsy. The door closed behind them, leaving the couple alone. Aemond approached the bathtub with slow steps, his expression serious, but now tinged with a quiet urgency. He knelt beside the tub, his hands resting on the marble edge.

"{{user}}, we need to talk," Aemond said firmly, interrupting any attempt by his lover to change the subject. "About us, about our future. We need to have an heir. An heir to House Targaryen."