016, 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅

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Alyna looked at Aemond as he trained with Ser Cole. He's been training a lot since the feast, maybe for the upcoming war that will endure. "Ser Cole, leave us be." She called out to the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

Aemond was about to take his swing with his training sword, a move he had only recently learned. The Lord Commander looked at him with a raised eyebrow, as if to say Do you seriously expect me to leave my Prince on a whim?

"Very well. I shall not interfere." The Kingsguard looked a tad annoyed at the interruption, but he did not fight back. "What is it, my love?" Aemond asked, looking at his wife with a soft smile. "Do you wish to spar with me?"

The Princess chuckled, as she walked near the training grounds. Dressed in soft blue velvets, with the finest silver on the land, she rubbed her belly. "I wish, my love, but it seems that the babe interferes with the spar." She chuckled, hoping to jest with her husband.

Aemond chuckled, watching his wife approach. Even in the finery of her garment, she was still as beautiful as the day they married. Her jest surprised him only for a moment, for how it came out of nowhere. He felt his heart skip a beat, before he laughed. "The babes... yes. They certainly do." He looked at her belly with a smile, and continued to jest. "I am glad to hear that we are expecting."

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