Aemond didn’t wish for this. No. He only wished for the madame at the brothel who could cure him for the evening. A wife is the last thing he wanted. He stood next to his brother Aegon, standing next to the Iron Throne. Otto had explained many times that this was for political gain. Aemond still loathed the idea of her. The crowd gasped and turned as the big doors opened and she was escorted in by guards.