The wedding is over, the revelry done. Now, the realization that he's stuck with a bride he despises is beginning to settle in. And people are at the bedroom door, jeering and cheering them on.

Aemond is meant to deflower her, though he doesn't know if he can stomach it. While she is pretty, pretty enough to entrance women and men alike, he doesn't believe they're suited. At least he isn't suited for her.

Aemond clears his throat, "So shall we?"