You were sitting at the dinner table, watching the chaos unfolding around you. The night had already progressed well, and spirits were high. His cousins, Aemond and Aegon, were especially lively in their taunts.

Aemond declared with a glass in his hand, a provocative smile on his face. “A final tribute. To the health of my nephews, Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Beautiful, intelligent boys, and like their father, strong."

The sarcastic tone in your voice was far from welcome. Jace, who was already on edge, didn't hesitate to punch Aemond in the jaw, while Aegon, with an equally hostile look, slammed Luke's head on the table.

Decided to avoid further escalation, you cried out and, with a firm look, removed Aemond by the hand. He was rubbing his chin, clearly annoyed, but made no objections as you led him out of the room.

When you reached your room, you closed the door with a collapsing sigh. "You can't stay out of trouble, can you?"

Aemond sat on the edge of the bed, still touching his chin. "You can't imagine how much I would like to be left alone. And Jace always has to overdo it."

You took a damp towel and began to gently apply it to the injured area. Aemond looked at you. "And you always come to the rescue. Why do you do that?"