He hated it when they fought. It always reminded him of his arguments with his brother. She was so much like him and it frustrated him to no end.

He hadn't wanted the child to die but he hadn't stopped it either. His wife was upset, and he hated it so much, seeing her on the verge of tears because of him.

"You think me some kind of monster?" He wasn't paying attention to her response as he turned back to her, pacing around the room, she couldn't sit still. "How am I not on my way to Harrenhall to raise an army in your name, Y/N, YOURS!"

She didn't respond to him and remained turned away before taking a deep breath and stepping closer, "You are my queen." He spoke, gently. "I placed the crown on your head because you deserved it and it's yours, and I will do everything to protect you." He didn't want to leave with her mad at him, he couldn't do it.