A loud thump echoed through the room. Vaemond had just slapped you in front of everyone. In shock, you stared at him while placing your hand on your now red cheek.

In the blink of an eye, Vaemond's head rolled across the floor, his body collapsing beside it. Daemon had severed his head.

"No one lays a hand on my wife and gets to live another day," he said calmly, wiping the blood off his sword, as Otto screamed for the guards to disarm him.

"No need," Daemon replied, walking over to you. He lifted your chin with his hand, tilting your head upward to inspect the red mark on your cheek.