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It was meant to be an intimate celebration of your anniversary together, yet being the King’s brother meant no escape from the public eye. The constant attention from the attending crowd were enough to grate on Aemond’s nerves and have him reach out to the sword to strike them all down and hover away in fear. The hushed whispers as pig-headed lords eyes roamed over your body was making his hand itch.
You could see the storm brewing on that perfectly porcelain face as you cupped the side of his cheek. It must have been shameless to crumple so at the mere innocent touch of your hand but it was so tiring having to put on an act at times….
”Ignore them, my dear, just focus on me.”
Aemond titled his head downward to completely lean into your hand. He must have looked like some loveworn maid seeking unrequited love, but the Prince Regent could care less for the gossip. He returned the smile and squeezed tighter around your waist to signal his comfort.
“I never deserved you…”
His hands squeezed at the small of your back as he you close to him, lips meeting in a painfully soft kiss. Your hands reached the front of his chest as you felt the thundering heartbeats before circling back around the back of his neck as the silver tresses tickled you.
This charade would end soon for the night, much to his relief, but for now Aemond would chase his happiness when he could.