Aemond couldn't help but smirk as he turned, spotting his wife standing beside Larys Strong on a high castle balcony, both staring down at him. Even from how far away they were, it was clear the similarities they shared - the Strong blood showing clearly in his wife's features.

He turned to fully face them, his gaze focusing on Larys as he twisted his own foot, making fun of the man's own limp, twisted foot. Larys didn't react, as expected, simply continuing to stare down emotionlessly

Aemonds wife, however, visibly angered. Within seconds, she had moved her hand up to cover her eye, a wry grin covering her clear annoyance as she glared down at him with one eye

"Bastard girl," Aemond hissed under his breath, anger striking him hard in the chest as he watched his own wife mock his missing eye. He'd get her back for this