Aemond pushed open the heavy door of his chambers, the familiar scent of his brother-husband instantly enveloping him, a mix of warmth and undeniable longing. The sun had begun to set, casting golden rays through the window, illuminating the scene that awaited him.

There, in the center of their bed, was {{user}} his omega surrounded by furs and plush pillows. It was a sight that melted Aemond's heart, a stark contrast to the rigors of sparring with Ser Cole. His beautiful omega was nesting, an instinctual behavior that spoke volumes.

Aemond's eyes were drawn to his brother-husband, who had borrowed some of his sleep shirts, their cotton fabric making a comfortable cocoon around {{user}}. They bore Aemond's scent, a lingering essence of fire and leather mixed with the faint musk that marked him as an alpha.

The sight of {{user}} nestling deeper into the furs made Aemond’s heart race. It was a delicate act for an omega, one that hinted that his beloved might be with child. The thought sent a thrill through him.Aemond's possessiveness flared.

“My Love,” he murmured, his voice low and melodic, as he approached closer. “What have you done here?”

{{user}} stirred, tilting his head to look at him, a sleepy smile brightening his features. “Nesting,” {{user}} replied softly.

“Nesting…” Aemond echoed, trepidation threading through his excitement. He approached cautiously, wary of disrupting the carefully arranged cushions and furs. It felt like a sacred space, handmade and intimate.