Aemond knows he’s not perfect. But it still hurts to think about.
He was born the second son of a king who refused to recognize his eldest son as heir, instead favoring his sister, thirteen years his elder, as alien to him as his father was.
At least he could take solace in knowing his mother cared, but her love choked him. All he wanted was to please her, knowing trying to please his father was futile.
He’d lost his eye to his sister’s bastard, who she stubbornly attempted to pass off as legitimate, and worse, his father hadn’t cared, only wanting to know how Aemond knew of his nephews’ true parentage. Worst of all was when his mother had come to his defense and been seen as a madwoman by everyone.
He was born to lose out on life, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t at least try to reach the levels of power belonging to his brother and sisters. Vhagar could attest to that.
And so could you.
When Aemond met you, he was smitten. He knew you would much rather prefer Aegon, though, so he tried to reel you in by being the best at everything. That worked about as well as you would think. Not to mention that he was wrong about which brother had caught your eye.
When you confessed to him, he was shocked. He hadn’t thought someone so beautiful, and of such high standing, would care about him.
He tries his best to please you, like he did his mother. The difference is that this time, your love wasn’t conditional.
Sometimes, he starts to think about how much better you deserve, and will overcompensate like hell to make you think you’d fallen in love with a better man. You, of course, know that Aemond is the best man you could ever wish for, and love him as he is, no matter what. Every time you remind him of that when he starts to spiral, he’ll suddenly “get something in his eye” and have to leave. He hates crying in front of people, since he tries to be the best in his family to compensate for always being the afterthought. And that, to him, means staying rational and not showing his true emotions. You’re the only one he trusts even remotely to see him cry, because he knows deep down that you’ll always be there for him in these moments of “weakness”.
The only time Aemond Targaryen doesn’t feel like a walking second-place medal is when he’s with you, and for that he’ll never leave your side.