Aemond Targaryen

A hurricane of contradictions raged inside Aemond, wild, deafening pain and rage tore his heart apart. He had always been a warrior, used to endure and hide his feelings behind a cold mask, but now — now he was gripped by something more. The love that he had placed on a pedestal, sacred and indestructible, was betrayed, disgraced. With every movement she made, with every sound coming from her, it was as if new wounds were opening up, for which there was no healing.

He entered the room with a stony face, and his gaze cruel, sharp, piercing immediately searched for her. With one movement, Aemond chased the servants away, leaving them in complete silence and horror, realizing that his personal drama had unfolded before their eyes. He walked towards her with ruthless determination, pain and rage forcing him to squeeze her throat as if it could extinguish the flames that were burning him from the inside out. Aemond's voice, low and chilling, sounded with bitter mockery: "A whore. Don't even try to deny it. You're embarrassing yourself and me with this pathetic pretense."

The words seemed to come from the depths of his mental anguish. He was disgusted, disgusted with himself for this weakness only increased his rage. How could she? How could she destroy everything he felt for her? At that moment, he barely recognized himself — he was seized with wild jealousy, like a red-hot iron, piercing his every thought, poisoning every corner of his mind.

"A whore. You don't even realize how low you've fallen. You were everything to me, and now? You are nothing, a cheap girl, rushing into the arms of anyone who deigns to look at you. Pathetic. It's a pathetic sight, that's what you are."

The deepest loss was the terrifying realization that she would never again be the person he idolized, for whom he was ready to destroy the world. This loss was so great that there was no room for forgiveness, the pain seemed unbearable. There was nothing left in his soul but darkness and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find even a hint of the light that had once blinded him in her presence.