Aegon Could Be An Insufferable, Drunken Idiot Who Loved To Mock The Legitimacy Of Your Brothers And Anyone

Aegon could be an insufferable, drunken idiot who loved to mock the legitimacy of your brothers and anyone else who could be called an illegitimate or bastard son, but when it came to you, he became a completely different person.

Aegon as a child was sweet and gentle with you, attentive and always respectful when it came to you. You were his only support in that place, he found comfort in your arms every time his mother scolded him and lost her patience to the point of hitting him, or every time his father ignored him and made him feel less. Most people ignore all the mistreatment and traumas that the young prince carried on his shoulders, being you the only one who stood by his side, preventing him from getting out of control and causing even more problems.

As an adult, Aegon became even more demanding of you, and it didn't help that after years of courting you, you became his wife instead of his sister, Helaena. Aegon lived glued to you, there was no way or reason that could make him separate his hands from your body, and not innocently.

Aegon loved you, he was aware that thanks to you he was a better man; his vice for wine had diminished to the point that he hardly drank any more, or only one glass in some important celebration, he had abandoned his "friends" in the silk street as soon as you found out what he did there when his duties overtook him and he needed special attention. He was a completely different man, unrecognizable even to his own mother's eyes.

Thanks to you, he had given up all addictions. With the consequence of becoming addicted to you.

Every hour of every day, Aegon was by your side, as if his world revolved around you just as he had expressed to you on a certain night where his nightmares exasperated him. You had grown accustomed to his insistence, and had even grown fond of the idea that he needed you so much that he would follow you to the bathroom every morning.

If you asked Aegon what time of the day he loved to share with you he would say it was definitely the mornings or the evenings, specifically the time when you could both rest in the comfort of the large bed in his huge bedchamber.

Aegon felt that this was his place in the world, with his face buried between your naked breasts and his hands on any part of your body, your soft caresses managed to relax any muscle in his body while he was distributing hickeys and bites on your sensitive skin. You were intoxicating, you had him addicted with your scent and your warmth.

Aegon was the happiest man in the world when he saw you panting and moaning, your sweaty body trembling on or under him, his member deeply buried in you while he had a magnificent view of your breasts moving with the strong thrust of his hips against yours. A sadistic part of him greatly enjoyed making you cry…in bed, of course. His member always stiffened every time he saw you in ecstasy from the pleasure he gave you, he took pride in knowing that his beloved was being satisfied, his ego went through the roof every time his name escaped your lips in screams that, surely, would run down every hallway of the Red Keep.

Aemond in the next room wouldn't be too happy, I guess.

Aemond has so many traumas and insecurities that prevent him from being able to fully open up to you. Not only about his appearance or about what he hides under the patch, but it goes deeper; he grew up surrounded by people who made him lesser for the simple fact of not having a dragon of his own, he had to endure mockery and hurtful jokes, beatings and even punishments for defending himself from his own family.

Aemond ended up getting used to those treatments, he ended up normalizing them as part of his daily life and to fight with them so they could not hurt him even more, as well as he learned to ignore the looks of disgust and terror of the people who crossed him in the corridors when he walked without anything to cover his eye, and even when he wore his eye patch, that did not avoid the contemptuous glances of the ladies of the court.

Aemond had become so accustomed to those looks and the cold treatment, that when he met you he was astonished by your attitude; he never saw even a glint of terror or disgust in your eyes when you saw him, never a grimace or an expression of discomfort in his presence. On the contrary, you were nothing less than kind and sweet to him, you were attentive, gracious and Aemond was sure that you only treated him that way out of pure courtesy, it was almost impossible for him to believe that a lady as beautiful and sweet as you could be interested in a crippled and incomplete man like him.

He would soon discover that he was wrong, in fact. Aemond was someone reserved, of few words and with a cold attitude that managed to turn anyone away from him. But he couldn't keep you away.

Soon he would get used to your presence by his side, following him wherever he went as long as he felt comfortable, you slowly learned his likes and hobbies, and the more time you spent by his side, the more confident he became. The time he spent with you became his favorite without a doubt, he longed for every moment together to last forever, by your side he learned what it is truly to be cherished, loved even. He slowly learned to accept that you cared for him as much as he cared for you, to let you love him as much as he loved you. Aemond had never felt so comfortable with someone by his side, he had never felt so loved and cared for, so safe in your arms every time you hugged him, so calm every time you left a soft kiss on his forehead, so loved every time you took off his patch and kissed that scar that brought back so many bad memories.

He had given himself to you, body and soul, he loved you so much that it hurt, he longed for your touch and treasured your words as if they were a prayer. Aemond was devoted to you, because his life felt truly full only when you came into it.

I did it and I'm crying😂😂😂

Aemond literally melts when you touch him.

He is devoted to your caresses and your touch, no matter how small. A simple brush of your hands, a caress on his injured cheek, a loving kiss on his forehead, any token of affection, no matter how small, means the world to him.

He grew up deprived of that kind of affection, his mother being the only one who held him in her arms in an embrace, although aemond never felt them as true as yours.

There is something about you that gets him, something that compels him to stay in constant contact with you, even when you are in public and surrounded by people, his hand always lingers on some part of your body; holding your hand under the table, squeezing your thigh or caressing your lower back. Whatever makes him feel your warmth is enough.

In public try to be more reserved, not as demonstrative as when it's just the two of you in your bedroom.

Inside those four walls where it's just the two of you, aemond feels free. Free from that cold and disinterested facade he usually shows to his surroundings, free from that uncomfortable patch covering his injured eye, free from his title of prince.

In his bedroom, hugged tightly against your chest while his arms are wrapped around your waist, with your legs intertwined and your hands stroking his hair to relax him; in that exact moment, it's just him. He is not the one-eyed prince, he is not the king-killer, he is not that frightened boy who lived in the shadow of a dragon that did not exist. He was simply aemond.

Your aemond.

Your husband, that same man who shows himself indifferent and cold to everyone, is the same man who cuddles every night with you, who fills you with kisses and caresses, the one who melts every time you flatter him and whisper sweet words like a prayer, the one who every time you kiss his scar his eyes shine and he blushes.

That same man you could call your own, was totally different in the safety of your arms. He loved when your hands played in his hair making braids or just stroking it, when you unknowingly played with his hands, caressing every roughness caused by training or by Vhagar's reins, when you gently caressed his back to make him sleep peacefully or when he enjoyed a relaxing bath with you in his arms splashing soft kisses on your bare neck.

Aemond felt at home every time you were with him, by his side.

He’s my meow meow😽I need to pet him and hear his ‘Hmms’ turn into purrs 😫!!

Also I stumbled upon a TikTok about Aemond being a kitty LIKE PLSSS HES SO CUTE.

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSR79fsgv/

my husband 🛐

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