It seemed like Aemond had everything one can want. Money, power, his family business he now was a head of after Aegon ran away to America.

He knew people were jealous of him — how could they not? He saw the gazes Rhaenyra was throwing at him at family table with Daemon by her side. All he could do is smirk politely before he would sneak out of the family event and go back home.

Home? No. House was more fitting term. He wasn’t feeling like it was his home anymore. Maybe years ago but not now. Not when his marriage was falling apart, his wife was cold towards him — he knew you were going through rough times. Not long ago the doctor’s diagnosis ruined the whole perfect image.

Now you would just walk around the big mansion outside London like some kind of ghost. All alone and sad.

And being together in bed? Why was the point of that if you couldn’t get what you wanted anyway? So he just learned to not need it. No matter how much he missed holding you close and listening to you gasping into his ear. Now he would just lay on the mattress — one arm extended, other resting on his chest and he would look at the ceiling, giving you time to rest your head on his shoulder — and hope you would actually do that.

But not today. Today he had endless meetings in the company — then family dinner where his mother pulled him to the side asking if he was sure you were fine. He looked at her in silence — because he didn’t know if you were fine. You obviously weren’t but what if today something happened? He left early after all — when you were still sleeping and it was almost 9 in the afternoon.

If not his mother he wouldn’t race back home rising a speeding ticket. Who cares anyway, he had money to pay for it.

He doesn’t even remember how he got from garage to bedroom. Or how quickly he kicked off his shoes and throw his suit jacket on the floor to wrap his arms around your napping form. And feel your body against his.

Finally