[ his beloved wife gives him the grace to speak his mind at his liberty, and once more he is struck by her character — the sweetness of her, unwarranted in aemond's eye when she turns it upon him. he deserves love, and he deserves adoration. he knows this. he is just as worthy as any. yet it surprises him every time when he grasps for affection and finds it given easily, yielded to him simply by his asking.

he does not question it. he is deeply fond her, carries a great affection for her. is this what love is? ]

I... You know that I do not keep you to promises of faithfulness. I do not ask you to keep only to our bed, not when you have made lovers of others before I. And you know of my blood, our relations. We marry family to family. Sister to brother, niece to uncle.

I am no different. I have lain with my blood, dear wife. Do you mislike it?