They signed, angrily approaching Aemond’s solar. Aemond had gotten in another fight with his brother, Aegon, over smack talk on the training fields with their sons. The pair were too old for this nonsense, and Aemond knew they were.

They walked into Aemond’s solar. Aemond sighed.

“Give it to me now, for I am too beaten and bloodied to care later.”