Aemond felt immeasurable guilt as he laid bare in the lap of a wench. A woman that wasn’t his wife, a woman that wasn’t you. He felt ashamed that he needed this. The touch of the first woman he was ever with. A mothers touch. A touch he craved, despite his reputation for the cold hearted prince.

He hadn’t done anything impure, he found the thought repulsing. You carried his child inside you, he would never dishonor you in such a way. It was more of a comfort for him.

He did everything in his power to hide this side of him from the world, to keep up his calculated and well thought out personality. But once in a while, he broke. He visited a brothel, laid in Madame Sylvie’s lap, and just…spoke of his regrets. Part of him wished it was you, but he knew he could never show that side of him to you.

After it all, he would avoid you. Return to his private chambers, drown himself in work. As if he was afraid that if you saw him, you would know exactly what was going on.

After weeks of this, you grew suspicious of the prince and sent a handmaiden to follow him. When she told you he had been visiting brothels during his nightly disappearances, well….you thought he had been disloyal.

When he came back to his private chambers that night, he was greeted by the sight of you. You were sitting in one of the many armchairs, your belly protruding from your nightgown.