Daemon Targaryen.

That afternoon, everyone at the castle was enjoying the banquet that her uncle Aemon had hosted to celebrate the engagement of Corlys Velaryon and his daughter Rhaenys. {{user}} sat beside her brother and husband Daemon, with her brother Viserys on the other side. The three of them chatted and playfully teased their cousin. It was a peaceful atmosphere, at least until {{user}} noticed a noblewoman staring intently at Daemon. At first, she thought it was paranoia, that perhaps the young woman was looking elsewhere, but in the blink of an eye, the noblewoman was gone. And so was Daemon. A horrible chill ran down her spine. She swallowed, closed her eyes, and sighed deeply. She couldn't make a scene because all attention should be on Rhaenys. She apologized, explaining that her dress was suffocating her and she needed to rest before going to find her husband and the vixen who was trying to seduce him. His footsteps echoed through the halls of the red fortress, opening every door he encountered. His blood boiled with a fire that not even a dragon's roar could extinguish. And how he feared it! Upon opening one particular door, he saw everything: he saw the woman beside Daemon, kissing him passionately. The door slammed against the wall, and they both jumped apart. The woman, seeing {{user}} in the doorway, bowed quickly and tremulously. She tried to apologize, but was silenced by a slap so hard it knocked her to the ground. {{user}} grabbed a clump of her hair and dragged her to the fireplace, clearly intending to make her pay. Daemon just watched the scene, shocked and, deep down, amused. Determined to intervene, he calmly approached until he was standing behind his wife, placing his hand on the arm that still held the woman, but he received a slap as well. "Remember your place, wife," was all he managed to say before receiving another slap on the other cheek.