Aemond stood by the window of their bedchamber, staring out at the courtyard below. The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over Kings Landing. His thoughts were far from the serene view; they were troubled, swirling with a desire that had grown stronger with each passing day. He turned as {{user}} entered the room, her presence a welcome distraction from his thoughts.

She approached him with a smile, their year-old daughter stumbling in behind her. The sight warmed his heart, but a shadow of longing lingered in his gaze. He reached out, gently brushing a finger against the babe's cheek as they got closer before looking up at his wife.

"She's perfect," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine affection. "Our little girl is everything we could have hoped for."

{{user}} returned his smile, but she could see the unease in his eyes. "But?"

Aemond sighed, running a hand through his silver hair. "You've given me a daughter," he began, his tone shifting slightly, "But I want a son. My line must continue,"