[ On the one hand, there's no name he's necessarily expecting her to say, but on the other, Aemond Targaryen certainly comes as a surprise. Aemond, who he'd been warned (by Armand, of all people) had at least once wished to be turned into a vampire. A boy with the scent of blood around him. (What does Alicent make of it, he wonders.)
But if he loves her, enough to make her his wife, and she loves him in turn (new to such sentiment though she is), that's enough. And if he ever hurts her, well. He isn't the only one in the house, he knows, who'd take up arms if she was found with a broken heart.
So his hands tighten around hers again, his surprise neatly tucked away, out of sight. ]
I'm happy for you, [ he says, keeping her gaze. ] And he's shown his mettle already, I'd say, in keeping you safe.
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But if he loves her, enough to make her his wife, and she loves him in turn (new to such sentiment though she is), that's enough. And if he ever hurts her, well. He isn't the only one in the house, he knows, who'd take up arms if she was found with a broken heart.
So his hands tighten around hers again, his surprise neatly tucked away, out of sight. ]
I'm happy for you, [ he says, keeping her gaze. ] And he's shown his mettle already, I'd say, in keeping you safe.