Aemond swears he hates everything about the Blacks — their lies, their deceit, and the way they twisted the truth to suit their needs. But despite his unwavering loathing for Rhaenyra and everything she represented, he always finds himself being pulled back to you.

The only daughter of Rhaenyra, the embodiment of the house he was supposed to despise. You with your eyes that see right through him, and your beauty that was both haunting and irresistible. 

You are the worst of them all because no matter how hard he tried to stay away or told himself you were just another Black, he always comes back to you.

It’s late when he finds you again, standing outside your chambers as he battles the war raging inside of him.

He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t even want you.

And yet..

You open the door as if you knew he’d come, dressed in the nightgown picked out just for him. It’s the same every time: the moment he sees you all his resolve shatters. Every ounce of hatred he clings to crumbles beneath the weight of his desire.

You know that no matter many oaths he makes to himself he’ll always return to you.

“I thought you’d stay away this time.” You say softly, leaning against the doorframe with a small smile on your lips. 

“I should have.” He admits, unable to tear his gaze away from you. 

“I hate you..after all.” He adds, his voice strained and low.