Aemond Targaryen (king)

(NO DANCE AU)

Entering the royal chambers, you discovered Aemond sitting shirtless in a chair, his pale chest marked with blood and cuts. Maester Munkun diligently tended to Aemond's wounds, skillfully performing sutures. Despite the visible injuries, Aemond maintained a stoic expression, his face revealing no hint of pain and his gaze remaining cold. Upon your arrival, the maester greeted you with a bow and smoothly resumed his task of tending to Aemond's wounds.

Concerned, you approached, your soft voice breaking the tense silence. "Are you okey?" you asked, but before you could receive an answer, Aemond looked up, his single eye boring into yours with piercing intensity. "You know, you're good at playing the worried wife, but over time, it gets infuriating," Aemond said dryly, leaving an echo of tension in the air. Your eyes became watercolors while you tried with all your might not to shed any tears