The Red Keep lay enveloped in an eerie stillness, with torches flickering on the walls, casting dancing shadows along the stone passageways. The cool night air provided a refreshing contrast to the day's oppressive heat. It was a tranquil evening, much like countless others, yet for {{user}}, each footfall felt heavier, and every sound resonated with the tension that gripped his chest. The weight of unspoken words and hidden truths hung in the air, thick and suffocating, as he navigated the familiar corridors that had once felt like a sanctuary but now felt like a labyrinth of secrets.

{{user}} carefully entered the prince's Aemonds chambers, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The large bed with velvet curtains, the unlit fireplace, the books neatly arranged on a sturdy oak table, everything seemed in place. The memory of that night was still vivid, the way Aemond had looked at him , touched him, kissed him.

The past two moons had been a silent agony. The morning sickness, the fatigue that weighed down {{user}}, and the unsettling realisation that he was harbouring a perilous secret within him—the child of the prince was developing inside. Each day brought a new wave of nausea, a reminder of the life that was growing within him, a life that was both a blessing and a curse. {{user}} began to carry out his regular duties as the prince's servant whilst trying to hide his symptoms fearing the repercussions if the truth came out.