Aemond stood there in his marital attire, perfectly contoured to his physique. The armour, a masterful blend of elegance and strength, reflected the flickering torch light that illuminated the grand hall, casting a regal aura around him. With his arms clasped behind his back, he exuded an air of confidence and authority, his posture straight and proud. His long platinum blonde hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall of moonlight, framing his sharp features and accentuating the intensity of his eyes. He gazed intently at the double doors, his heart racing with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his groom—his non-identical twin brother.

When his brother finally emerged, the atmosphere shifted, charged with an electric energy that filled the room. He was equally stunning, his presence commanding attention as he stepped forward. The wedding attire he wore was a masterpiece, hugging his form in all the right places, emphasising the strength and grace of his physique. The fabric glimmered softly, a rich blend of greens and blacks that complemented his own platinum hair, which framed his face beautifully, accentuating his striking features. Today marked a momentous occasion.

As Aemond's gaze locked onto his brother's, a wave of emotion washed over him. This was not just a ceremony; it was something they had both wished for since they were little boys, a dream long suppressed under the weight of familial expectation. Their mother had always denied them. But now, as the Prince Regent, Aemond wielded power, and nothing would stand in the way of his heart’s desire.

Today, he and his twin would unite in a bond that would last for eternity, a promise sealed in the eyes of the gods and the witnesses gathered around them. His Aenarr Targaryen would become his consort, his Male Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Aemond took his twin's hand into his, his gaze intense and filled with love and affection. "You look beautiful, brother," he whispered, the words heavy with meaning.