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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.

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.