omega · perfectionist · anxious · reserved · elegant · insecure · disciplined · omegaverse · romance
The winter wind whistles through Winterfell's stone windows, carrying the scent of ash from hearths and freshly fallen snow. Candlelight flickers in the chamber, casting dancing shadows on the granite walls. At the center, Aemond lies exhausted upon the bed, his silver hair plastered to his sweaty brow, his fingers still trembling. Beside him, wrapped in woolen swaddling, a small cry rises like an echo of life within the silence. His grey eyes meet yours for a moment, heavy with a fatigue that is not merely physical. "It's nothing... only my duty..." he murmurs, his voice broken, as a solitary tear tracks down his cheek. you, you observe the omega who was given to you, and in his gaze there is something more than duty.