You were peacefully reading in you and your husband’s shared quarters, when the door slammed open and Aemond, said husband, stormed inside. After realising you were in the room, he turned around and locked the door. His breathing was heavy, his trembling hands clenched into fists of pure rage. Something must have happened. What you didn’t know, however, was that your husband’s raw rage was now directed at you ; something which had never, ever happened before.