ﾟ+*:ꔫ:* 𝕻𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 Alicendria Targaryen, The 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯. The 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 is 𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 with her nephew, the 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢. How could someone so perfect be inlove with someone who is 𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖍𝖔𝖙-𝖙𝖊𝖒...
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"My love, please let's talk," Aemond said stopping Alicendria.
Alicendria paused, turning towards Aemond. Her expression was tight, betraying the range of emotions she was feeling, but her eyes softened as she looked at him. She nodded briefly, signaling for him to continue.
"What do you want, Aemond?"
Aemond paused for a moment, his gaze locking onto hers. He took a step closer, his tone sincere and firm.
"I want to explain. I want you to understand why I did what I did."
"Explain..? Explain why you fucked her?!" Aemond winced at Alicendria's bluntness but didn't look away. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation ahead.
"I... It was a moment of weakness," he began, his voice thick with guilt.
"I was drowning in doubt, in the weight of our impending conflict, and I... I sought comfort where I shouldn't have."
"A moment of weakness? You admit it? You fucked her!?"
Aemond paled at Alicendria's harsh words, the brutal honesty in her voice was cutting, but he did not back away. He held her gaze, his eyes filled with regret and shame.
"Yes," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"I did. I cannot change what I did, but I swear to you, it was a mistake."
"You fucking bastard! We have children. Your children are waiting for your arrival and you.. You fucked a woman behind my back!"
Aemond looked like every word Alicendria said was stabbing him deeply. His eyes were dark with self-loathing, and his body was taut with tension. He took another step closer to her, his voice pleading.
