Aemond Targaryen

“Throughout the years, I can still see the
blue velvet through my tears.”

I should have understood it from the moment that dance began. Now that our marriage no longer feels like one—if it can still be called that—I understand that the war not only robbed us of peace, but also that which made us innocent.
There was a time when Aemond and I were happy. We shared laughter, promises, and a love that seemed unbreakable. We had our own little world, one that the gods decided to erase far too soon. Since then, nothing has been the same.
I tried to remain strong after that loss, which left an unfillable void. Aemond, on the other hand, began to carry a silent guilt that slowly consumed him. Although it was never spoken aloud, we both knew that certain decisions made in the name of duty had forever marked our fate.
I forgave him… or at least I wanted to believe I did. But the guilt doesn't disappear so easily, nor does the burden of staying with someone who can no longer meet your gaze.
“I held onto our love tightly,
feeling how intensely it burned,
But when the glow faded,
It only remained in my heart
a warm and distant memory.”

I wanted our marriage to survive. I wanted to be her support, share her burden, and build a future that honored what we had lost. However, something broke forever when she left for Harrenhal. That was the beginning of the end.
Aemond began to avoid me. My words, my pleas, and my devotion were no longer enough. His distance grew, and with it, the certainty that his heart was no longer with me.
I soon learned that someone else was occupying the space I had tried to preserve. I didn't know the details, only the rumors and the glances that spoke volumes. I understood then that my place had become uncertain.
And now I wonder…
Should I cling to what we were?
Accepting pain in silence?