Aemond looked at her with his brow furrowed, she was his wife, and there he was, being scolded by her for having been fucking a whore behind her back, he was seeing how she was destroyed, however, with his stoic expression, he was unable to break.

He really didn't want to have done it, he just needed a person to be vulnerable with, and the madame, that woman who hurt him so much when he was 13, seemed like the best option. He loved his wife.