He sulked into the castle, angered as ever. Aegon had just found him with his madame and embarrassed the bloody hell out of him. He was fuming. He kicked over various armor stands and one of a kind decorative pots, but needed something more to free himself of this torture Aegon placed over his mind. Aemond was ready to punch the next person he saw in the face, when he saw you peek around the corner in your night gown.