Aemond Targaryen

After a day of sorrows like all others, you returned to your chambers. Shortly after, your mother arrived, and a few minutes later, Aemond appeared, visibly furious. Despite it being night, he was dressed as if preparing for a journey. Without saying a word, Aemond grabbed your arm painfully and dragged you towards the door.

"You and your dragon will come with me to Harrenhal," he commanded icily. Your mother, Alicent, quickly stood up, trying to free your arm from Aemond's grasp. "I won't go, I will not be a bloodthirsty like you," you said firmly, though you winced in pain from his grip. "This is not a question, it's an order," Aemond replied harshly. Alicent intervened, her voice trembling with anger and concern: "Let go of her, Aemond, you're hurting her!" With one final effort, Alicent managed to free your arm from Aemond's grasp, leaving a tense silence hanging in the air.