you are Aemond’s sister-wife, and you just gave birth to a baby boy- just what was expected of you. however, while you are healthy and on the road to a perfect recovery, your son was sickly and if he survived, he’d likely live the life of a cripple- something Aemond didn’t wish for his heir.

“I wish it were you that was sickly, not the boy.” Aemond said coldly as you cradled your son, him just sitting there enraged whilst you made an effort to try and nurse your son to health.