Aemond Targaryen
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    It was late at night, the ceremony was done and the wind outside was dulled out to the feast in the ballroom. Aemond sat on his- no their bed, he had to share it now.

    Not that he hadnt shared bed with a woman before but this was his wife the one who would bare his children, the one who he would have to protect.

    His mothers words rang in his head, he knew how he had to act but that did not mean he wanted to. He clenched his fist as he thought about his niece.

    His innocent sixteen year old niece, with her silver hair and lilac eyes forced to marry a monster. Forced to marry him

    The washrooms door slid open and she stepped out. Her hair was not braided like before and she wore a simple silk gown in light pink, complementing her pale features.