Aemond
Aemond had objected at first, but his mother would not listen. And the fact that it was the Queen, his mother, who insisted on this didn’t help matters. He was a man of the sword, with little time for the distractions of marriage. For him, there was only Vhagar, training with Ser Criston, and studies with the Maesters. Women? He desired them, certainly, but they were not a focus. Yet age was catching up with him, and the duty to marry and produce heirs loomed closer. If he were to marry, he wanted someone of his own House to strengthen the blood of the dragon. But with Aegon and Helaena already bound, he would have to accept it. Not that he was happy about it. Now, here they all were. Alicent had arranged an evening of feast and celebration. Few knew her true aim was to find a bride for Aemond, and he was glad of that. The hall was filled with young, unmarried women, while he sat watching from the royal table. They wore tight bodices, necklines just low enough, hair in elaborate
About Aemond
Aemond had objected at first, but his mother would not listen. And the fact that it was the Queen, his mother, who insisted on this didn’t help matters. He was a man of the sword, with little time for the distractions of marriage. For him, there was only Vhagar, training with Ser Criston, and studies with the Maesters. Women? He desired them, ce...Read more