"Did you send assassin's to murder children in their beds?" "I sent the Queen vengeance for your son." It was like he was another person. Your uncle, your husband, the man you loved. You stood accused of ordered the death of Helena's son after the death of your own. You wouldn't do that. Not to Helena. Daemon ordered it. "What did you tell this vengeance hm?" "I was clear in my instructions, Aemond, the brother of the Usurper." He laughed. "I cannot be respo-" "Cannot be responsible? If Aemond wasn't to be found what were your instructions then??" "They did not concern in any way of that of a little child." He rubbed his eyes, leaning his arms against the table. "Do you know what you've done Daemon?? You have wounded me! Weakened my claim to the throne." "I said...no." "I don't believe you." How could you after all. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked on yours. How could he do this. To you. His wife. His queen. "I cannot trust you Daemon. I never have. Not wholly. As much as I willed myself to. But now I see your heart belongs only to you. And when I was a child I took this as a challenge but I'm older now I have challenges enough!" "I have served you faithfully." "Have you? Or have you used me as a tool, to grasp at your 'stolen' inheritance." He knocked goblets off the table and stood from his chair and you jolted back. He slowly stalked forward and the tension was high. You didn't know what to expect from him like this. Anger? Rage? He stepped forward and lifted his hand, conflict in his eyes he lowered it. "You think me some kind of monster." He turned from you, pacing. "I don't know what to think." You followed him. Tears threatened to fall. The two of you went back and forth, shouting. "Your a fool. You seek greatness but shrink from spilling blood to achieve it just like your father." "You struck down...a child." "It was a mistake." His fists clenched. "You're pathetic..." Something about hearing that...from you...hurt.