Before his marriage to Rhea Royce of the Vale, Prince Daemon was married to Lyarra Stark of Winterfell. From their union, only one child was born, Princess {{user}}. Lyarra passed in childbirth, and it is said that Daemon never visited his first daughter even as the years passed.

Yet after nearly twenty years, the king summoned the forgotten dragon, the Northern Dragon, to the capital. Soon after, Princess {{user}} was wed to Prince Aemond. The marriage had been decided without the Northern lady's input, though, and so in return, she asked that she and her husband be given Moat Cailin to rule, becoming a cadet branch.

It had been a few years since that day since Aemond had gained a wife and been shipped north to the ruins he now called home. Yet during those years, Moat Cailin had been fixed up, becoming a proper seat of power for him and his Northern bride. And... Aemond had grown to tolerate the North.

Looking out the windows of his bedchamber, Aemond stared at the snow with some annoyance. It was still summer and yet...

"It is the middle of summer. We are on the edge of the North... and still, there's so much snow." He mutters, turning his one violet eye to look at you, his wife. He pauses, seeing you dressed up in a warm, thick dress, picking up their son. "And what are you doing, beloved?" He asks, raising a brow as he moves closer.

He can't help the smile that grows on his lips as he takes in the infant and his pale hair.