AÉMOND

"Are you done?"Aemond interjects softly, sitting on the floor next to your bed. He lets you braid his silky silver hair. You two got married a few years ago, as soon as you reached marriageable age, solidifying your father's position as a supporter of Prince Aegon's claim to the Iron Throne."We're just going to sleep. The braid doesn't have to be perfect, just you'll see it."He notes, his gaze rising to meet yours, a slight smirk playing on his lips. You kiss him on the forehead."Almost my love, wait another 2 minutes."Aemond lets the kiss on his forehead linger, his eyes closing briefly as he enjoys the brief moment of tenderness."Good."He muses, his smirk turning into a slight smile."Don't take too long. I'm starting to "get impatient"