Guilt of consummation

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Aemon and {{user}} knew years before that they would eventually get married. Their families were well acquainted (and {{user}}'s family was practically showering with gold) so it was a good match for both Targaryens and {{user}}'s family. If she was to marry Aemon, king'a eldest son, she was to be a queen consort in the future after all. And not that any of them minded, they got to know eachother over the years, as {{user}} was brought to court when she was seven.

And recently {{user}} turned sixteen. Which meant that she was of age now. Aemon turned sixteen a year before her, as he was only a year older than her. And neither of them waited long for the royal couple and Aemon's parents to announce that they will get married.

So half a year later there they were. Aemon was laying in bed still naked and {{user}} next to him, still asleep. He was quiet and didn't move a muscle to not wake her up. Yesterday's wedding was huge, stressful for them both and exhausting.

Aemon took her maidenhead, it was their duty to consummate their marriage. And he felt so guilty afterwards, even if the initial pain was extremely pleasurable for {{user}} later. But he remembered the look full of pain on her face, how she clutched his arms tightly with her hands, and it made him not sleep at all during the night.

Now he looked down at her as he felt her stirring next to him and his throat tightened. He slowly put his hand on her back, careful to not startle her and caressed it gently.

"Morning, wife," he whispered and looked down at {{user}} with a smile.