Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

You and your husband, Aemond lay peacefully in bed. You're checking some last minute emails on your phone and Aemond is reading a book from his library.

Silence is normal in your household. But it's comfortable silence. You've learned to like it rather than have the space filled with unnecessary conversation.

Once in a while you glance over at your husband and admire his features. His strong jawline that is so sharp it could slice bread, his stoic but calm face, his white hair that falls along his shoulders. And of course how could you forget: his eye. The sapphire that holds the place where is eye once was. The jewel that looks like it holds a galaxy inside the way it glistens in the light.

You can't help but think how lucky you are to be married to him, let alone have him as the father of your children.

"See something you like?" He asks, his eye not leaving the page.

"Are watching me watch you?" You smirk.

"It's become a habit over the years." He turns a page.

"I can't help it." You shrug. "You intrigue me."

"Still? After all these years?"

"Of course. I can't stop." You turn back to your phone and Aemond focuses his attention back on his book.

"Do they love me?"

"Does who love you?" You ask back.

"The children." He answers.

"What?"

"Do my children love me?" He places a bookmark inside and closes the book.

"Why would you think that they don't?"

He shrugs.

Sometimes expressing his words aren't his strong suit. And it's not because he doesn't want to, he just doesn't know how. He's always been an observer more than a speaker.

You put your phone on the nightstand next to you.

"I had a conversation with your daughter the other day..."

You sit on the couch with your laptop in front of you when you hear a small pair of feet approach you.

"Mummy." You look up and see your 4 year old daughter, Aurora standing in front of you.

"Yes darling?"

"Is Daddy home yet?"

"No. He's still out with your brother. Why?"

"Good. I just want to tell you that I know. I know about Daddy."

You close your laptop and set it aside in slight anticipation as to what is going to leave your child's mouth.

"What do you know about Daddy?"

She sighs.

"I know that Daddy doesn't say 'I love you' as much as you do."

"Is that a problem? Do you think Mummy says it too much?"

She gives an exasperated sigh.

"No Mum." You fight the urge to chuckle seeing how serious she is. "That's not what I'm saying at all."

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I know that he doesn't say it but that's okay because he doesn't have to. He does things that tell me that he loves me."

"Like what?" She clicks her tongue.

"For example... when he reads me stories, and when he writes me the poetry, and when he lets me play with his hair because I know that Daddy doesn't let everyone touch his hair, and when he picks me up and hugs me."

"Is that everything?" She shakes her head furiously.

"There are so many things." Her eyebrows furrow. "Maybe I should write them down..." she says softly.

"I think he would like that very much."

"Well if you tell Daddy what I said, please tell him that I love him very much."

"I will sweetheart."

Aemond watches you intently as you come to the end of the best reenactment that you could do.

"You see? Your daughter still loves you even if you don't say it all the time. That right there is proof of love." You point to the bookmark in his book that she made for him because she knows how much he loves to read. "Silas did not just inherit your hair color. He has your mannerisms as well. He doesn't express it verbally but I can see it in his face, when you congratulate him and tell him what a good job he's doing."

"And this doesn't bother you?"

You shake your head.

"Your love language is through action and affection. The words may not leave your mouth, but they can be written clearly and beautifully. And I've grown to love that about you."

You take his hand.

"Never doubt that they love you. Because they do." You kiss his cheek.

The conversation that the two of you had lingers in his mind, long after you've gone to sleep.

Aemond gets out of bed and goes into his son's room first. He stands in the doorway for a few seconds before walking up to the bed. He bends down and says softly to his son:

"I love you Silas." Silas moans softly in response. Aemond hopes that if he didn't hear him in the real world, he at least heard him in his dreams.

After he leaves his sons' room, he goes to his daughter's.

Aurora is splayed across her bed, her inherited white hair surrounding her like a crown. He sits down on her bed and adjusts her covers. She moves and slightly opens her eyes.

"Daddy?" She says sleepily.

"I'm right here Princess."

"Are you alright?"

Aemond nods.

"I came in here to... to tell you that I love you." She smiles and opens her arms. He leans down and hugs his daughter.

"I love you too Daddy." She kisses his cheek and his face heats up. "I have something to give you. I made a list."

"You can give it to me in the morning." He says. "Go back to sleep."

Aemond climbs back into bed in content and falls asleep with ease, knowing he is safe and loved.