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The kiss had been slow, deep, filled with all the longing and frustration that had built up between you both for so long. His hands were tangled in your hair, the sensation of your lips on his more intoxicating than he had expected. But then, as you whispered softly, “I love you,” against his lips, something inside him snapped.

He pulled away abruptly, his heart racing as his breath came out in uneven gasps. His eyes searched yours, but there was no warmth in his gaze, only confusion and something darker—something he couldn’t quite name.

For a moment, the world seemed to freeze. He could hear his mother’s voice, her disapproving words echoing in his mind. She never spoke of such things directly, but he remembered her subtle remarks about Rhaenyra’s husband’s affairs with men, how she had scorned him for it, hinting at the shame it brought upon the family. He could still feel her gaze, sharp and judgmental. Her words weighed heavily on him, dragging him back into the reality of what he had just done.

“I—” His voice cracked, and he cursed inwardly at the vulnerability it exposed. “You must not—” He took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I should not have allowed it to go so far.” His words came out stiff, as if he were trying to distance himself from the very act they had shared.

His hand dropped from your face, and he took a step back, as though needing physical space to think. “I cannot—” He exhaled sharply, trying to steady his racing thoughts. “This is not… proper.” His words hung heavy in the air between you both, laden with shame, and a strange feeling of self-loathing. He could still hear his mother’s voice, still feel the weight of her expectations. “You must not say such things to me again.”

Aemond’s gaze softened for only a brief moment, but it was quickly hidden behind a mask of coldness. He could not afford to let himself slip any further. Not when he knew what was expected of him.