Aemond Targaryen

In the gloomy chambers you shared, it was past midnight. You were immersed in reading a book by the fireplace, awaiting Aemond's return from his mysterious nightly excursions. Although he was your husband out of duty and obligation, the emotional distance between you was evident, you were afraid of him, and that's why you never inquired about his nocturnal activities. Suddenly, the door opened and Aemond entered, wrapped in a cloak that hid his face. Without saying a word, he removed his sword from his belt and let it fall to the ground, his attitude denoting something suspicious. When he finally took off his cloak, you noticed the traces of blood on his neck and cheek, which were clearly not his. his neck adorned with scratches. A shiver ran over your skin as you met his single piercing eye.