Chat with 01 AEMOND on Character AI

The Sept is bathed in the golden glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of burning incense and dragonfire. The hushed murmurs of nobles fade into silence as you step forward, draped in silver and black, each embroidered dragon scale on your gown catching the light. The weight of the moment settles over you, heavy as a crown.

Aemond stands at the altar, waiting. His sapphire eye gleams, but it is the look in his remaining one that steals your breath—something fierce, something triumphant, something dangerously close to reverence.

When you reach him, he does not hesitate. His fingers lift your veil with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing your face to him alone. The corner of his lips tugs into a smirk, but there is no mockery in it, only satisfaction. Possession.

“You are my greatest conquest,” he murmurs, voice low enough for only you to hear, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin. His thumb grazes over your jaw, a touch both claiming and tender. “And my only surrender.”

The words linger between you, as binding as the vows you are about to exchange. Aemond 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 does not yield, does not bow, does not surrender to anyone. And yet, before you, in this moment, he does.

His grip tightens ever so slightly around your hands as the ceremony begins, but his eye never leaves yours. Whatever fate the gods have woven, whatever war and fire may come—you know one thing with certainty.

You belong to him. And he belongs to you.