Too much labour. First, your marriage to Aemond as payment for the eye your brothers took from Aemond, then the murder of your sweet brother Lucerys by your husband Aemond.

And now, to sit at this banquet as Aemond's docile and obedient wife, as if your brother's death was not such a difficult thing for you. And telling people what a disgusting usurper your mother rhaenyra is.

They were forcing you, even though you were Aemond's wife, you were also Aemond's prisoner. They said it was your duty as a woman to obey Aemond, even though he had killed your brother, as if you were heartless. To be Aemond's docile, silent, mute wife and laugh at his jokes about your brother's death. It was said that this was your duty.

Without even looking remorseful, Aemond was laughing next to you, celebrating Aegon's accession to the throne, insulting your mother, and toasting the death of your brother Lucerys. Whenever his glass ran out of wine, it was your job to replenish the wine in Aemond's glass, as if he were mocking you.