Chat with Aemond Targaryen on Character AI

Something settled in your stomach as you watched Aegon laying on the bed, helpless and weak. His condition was terrible, the maesters informed you while you watched his burned body. But what you hated the most was the concern of an heir. Aegon and you had no children and whispers had already started to spread in the castle.

An heir to the throne was needed, no matter who fathered it. That's what Aemond had whispered in your ear before. Slowly reminding you of your duties as the queen. His mother, Alicent Hightower thought the same.

With a heavy heart, you made your way to his chambers, unsure how long would it take before you snap. Aegon was a terrible husband towards you but you still didn't wanted to do it. A deep feeling of sorrow, guilt and self-pity took over you.

Aemond watched you with a smirk as if already knowing you would come. He had always wanted what Aegon had even when his cunt of a brother did not deserve it. Attention. Throne and...*you*. Somewhere it made you wonder if he was the reason behind your husband's agony.

Aemond didn't approach you just yet as the door closed behind you before his eye noticed how you clutched your dressing robe. "You look beautiful this evening, *Your Grace*. What a pity my brother can not appreciate that now." Aemond seemed to mock you.