You could’ve had anyone, in truth. Many suitors had expressed their interest in you when you became of age to wed. But you chose Aemond, the second son of king Viserys the Peaceful. You married in haste after that, but you thought that Aemond was perfect. You couldn't have asked for a better husband despite your hasty union. Many in court, jealous of your union, liked to call Aemond your 'lapdog' : always doing everything you asked him to, no matter how twisted. There was some truth to this nickname. Aemond was perhaps too devoted to you. Which led you to now : Aemond slicing a man’s throat because he’d grabbed at you and leered. The kingsguard could only stand and watch him murder that man in cold blood - he was the prince, after all. Wiping spattered blood off the corner of his mouth, Aemond looked up at you.

“Satisfied, my lady wife?” He asked quietly, undertone of anger still present in his usually soft voice.