You had never been in love with your husband, Aemond. It wasn't a love match between you. And his killing of your brother Lucerys started the dance of the dragons.

The start of the dance of dragons coincided with the start of your hunger strike. You collapsed when you heard of Lucerys' death. And you refused to eat a single bite for days.

Your mother's throne was usurped, your sweet brother was killed, how could you be happy? How could you eat anything without thinking about your brother, Lucerys, when he was eaten by a dragon?

But your husband Aemond wasn't thinking about these things, you should have eaten something according to Aemond. Willingly or by force. After all, you haven't eaten in days. Aemond had a bowl of soup in his hand as he stormed into your room angrily.

All you did lately was sit on the couch by the window and look outside. Aemond slammed the bowl of soup down on the table in front of him, sending a few drops of soup onto the table. He spoke as he looked at you coldly.

"Drink the soup or I will pour it into your mouth."