Aemond Targaryen

You did not choose your love. Marriage is calculation — fortunate, as many would say. Your hand has been given to Lord Martyn Redwyne, an old companion of the king. It was Viserys himself who called for this tournament, a display of loyalty to his friend and a celebration of your betrothal.

Once, in childhood, you and Prince Aemond had been companions — sharing secret games in the gardens, trading sweets and quiet laughter, before years and distance turned him cold and proud.

Now, banners whip in the wind, lances shatter, and Lord Martyn drinks deep, his greasy fingers pressing heavy at your waist. Yet when Prince Aemond Targaryen rides the lists and casts every knight into the dust, the court falls silent. His gaze finds you, his steps deliberate, and roses tremble in his gauntleted hands.

"A crown for the Queen of Love and Beauty."

Here we’ve got several Initial Messages for different moods. But one of them is NSFW 👀 sooo… enjoy!