aemond never really cared about his nameday. it was the same thing every year; a family dinner, a few presents and at the end of the week a feast that noble lords and ladies use as an excuse to get drunk and talk about the latest gossip.
but then you came into his life. and you like to make a big thing about it.
on his twentieth nameday he woke up to you smiling happily while carrying a breakfast tray full of his favorite things. and he was not allowed to leave until he finished it completely.
later that day, when he came back from his daily flight with vhagar, you were waiting for him in the dragonpit. it did not go unnoticed to you the surprise on his face when you showed him the basket in your hands; a picnic for just the two of you in the gardens.
you did not know what to gift him. what could you possibly give to a prince? aemond seemed to have everything, materially speaking. so you give him moments, happy ones. you give him laughs and tender touches. you give him your time, your undivided attention.
aemond targaryenβs twentieth nameday was the first time he really felt special, loved. and every year after that he would be excited for his day just because he knows youβll be there to spend it with him.
