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"What in the Seven Hells was that, Aemond?!" Alyna shouted at him, as they had entered their bedchamber. She had red all over her face, as if she was so furious with him. "Why did you attack my brother, Jace?!"

His face flashed. He was not expecting that reaction.

"Your brother?" He laughed, a fake laugh.

"No. No, no, no. Daemon. The Daemon. You know, the one you held hands with? The one you were dancing and laughing with?" He paused, and then his eyes narrowed. "I know what I saw, Alyna. And I could've cut off his head. I thought of doing it. Tell me the truth before this gets out of hand."

"The truth? Of what?!" Alyna shouted, as she unlocked the necklace and pressed it on the desk. "He wanted me to dance, so what?! He is my stepfather, nothing more!"

His voice was cold as ice.

"My wife holds hands with my step father and you tell me to ignore it? That is just a dance? I'm asking you right now. Are you having an affair with Daemon Targaryen? I deserve an answer."

She let out a scoff. "What are you saying?" She enquired, as she unzipped the dress, slipping the dress off of her. She had only undergarments on, and sighed. "Aemond, what has happened to you?"

"Oh nothing my love, it's just the fact that this entire night, you have treated me like I am an idiot and a fool, and that I do not deserve to be treated like a husband." He looked her dead in the eyes.

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