When Love Lasts (Aemond Targaryen)

-Letter-

Early dawn.

~The morning hasn't woken up yet. Silence rules the streets of Kings Landing. It would be a sin to disturb such peace.

I've always been quite a sleeper, because I'm a night owl, especially since I've been with Aemond. My role as Queen has led me to acquire new work habits that include waking up early but not too early.

It's been a few days since I found out I'm pregnant, and since then I've been suffering from morning sickness. Because of it, I am forced to wake up earlier than I used to.

I slowly feel my sleep being interrupted and the need to quickly run to the lavatory arises. Maester informed me that this will become my daily routine for the next couple of weeks.

My heart is pounding because of the speed with which I jumped out of bed.
Tears well up in my eyes and wet my warm, red cheeks. They are inevitable, and come to my tired eyes without an invitation.

I feel Aemond's hands gathering my tousled hair. He holds my shoulders in support. The scene is not pretty at all, but that doesn't stop him from being with me. I'm suffocating, fighting the pain, barely. Honestly speaking this is the worst part for me, I hate what I'm going through right now.

  - Ahhhhh...

I wipe the tears and the corner of my lips with my hand.

I sat on the floor, tired. This really worn me out, I used up all my energy that I had prepared for this day.
Aemond moved away from me for a moment and returned with a wet towel. He gently ran it over my face.
The cold stone I was sitting on gave me some relief by cooling my now warm body.

  - Do you have a feeling that this will happen again? I don't want you to sit here anymore.

  - I think I'm done for now.

He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes. He woke up quickly, considering that he went to sleep after me.
How beautiful he is.
He was crouching in front of me wearing only pajama bottoms and loose hair. He looked like the most beautiful piece of art I had ever seen. His best look is when he loves.

He brought me a glass of water and picked me up in his arms. I rested my head on his shoulder and like a necklace hanging around a neck, I wrapped my arms around his.

  - It is early for us to be awake, we will continue sleeping for a little longer.

I agreed and so the two of us snuggled together.

Knock.

We exchanged worried looks.

  - Your Graces, Prince Rhaegar has urgently called a small council meeting.

Ser Erryk spoke clearly through closed door.

Aemond jumped to his feet immediately, leaving me wanting his warm body against mine.

  - Sleep, I'll go see what happened.

I got up in a semi-sitting position.

  - No way, I'm going too.

  - Aemma, you need to rest, especially since a few moments ago you threw up your entire dinner from last night.

  - Aemond...

  - Not a word.

He quickly put on his clothes and left our room.

The fact that he ordered me does not necessarily mean that I will obey him.
It's true that since we found out I was pregnant, he started to watch how he behaves. The only drawback is that he doesn't allow me to be on my own, he follows my every step, takes into account whether I eat, sleep and what not. He's breathing down my neck every second. I like the attention but he exaggerates. I try to understand his concern, but that concern prevents me from performing my duty.