Here you stood, infront of your husband and essentially, your brother, as he attempted to 'defend' his actions to you whilst you patted the blood from his nose. You found it embarrassing that a smallfolk man broke his nose.

Aerion gritted his teeth as his sister-wife dabbed a cloth against his nose and lips to clean the blood pouring from his nose. Aerion's gaze held fury and slight humiliation.

"That puppeteer was mocking us! Mocking and threatening our House!"

Aerion snapped as he explained whilst he tried to pull away from his sister-wife, swatting her hand away from his face.

"And that oversized smallfolk mutt assaulted me!"

Aerion sounded like a bratty child. It left you to wonder how he even managed to convince your father if it was true.... maybe your father just was desperate to keep his children close and protected after his wife's death.