Viva el lucemond carajo

The King would never have the accurate portrait, Aemond's Lucerys were not the correct eye color, the king had forgotten his brother's facial moles, the king did not remember his brother's smile.
The king might think that he doesn't remember his brother. For the first and only time he had won.

His brother Lucerys, smiling alongside Jacaerys and Joffrey, Viserys and Aegon in their mother's arms while jis father hugged Baela and Rhaena.
the family he once had.

The greens had taken everything from them, his mother, his father and his brothers. This is his ultímate revenge against the king, inside his room lies hidden in his bedroom the last family portrait before he turned two birthdays

What the bitter king never knew is that Aegon III kept too many secrets, he had learned at an early age that there were things that it was better that tyrant never knew. Aemond Targaryen was a monster that consumed everything in front of him, and was eager for more

Everyone who knew his nephew has gone, Lucerys' brothers were too young to remember his face, the old sea serpent is beginning to forget many things.
The old king Aemond is alone in a room full of portraits of a face he doesn't recognize anymore.

Doesn't stop even after Aemond's moans turn into soft whines as he loses some of his balance and just— lays down. Daemon goes with him easily, kissing his neck as if that'll soothe the overstimulation he's certainly causing Aemond as he chases his own pleasure. Something, something.