Aemond pushed open the chamber doors to your shared bedroom, his single eye lingering on your figure, which had grown more curvaceous over time.

A soft hum escaped his lips as he stepped closer, his eye searching your figure.

“My love, there is something different about you,” he murmured, placing his hands firmly on your waist.

From the strange eating habits, or the mood swings—Aemond knew something was amiss.

His eye brightened slightly, the hint of hope dancing within it. “Are you with a babe?”