Prince Regent Aemond Targaryen

Aemond had gathered an army alongside Criston Cole with the sole purpose of defeating Daemon at Harrenhal. However, upon arrival, he found that Daemon had already withdrawn, reclaiming the capital with unsettling efficiency. In the frenzy of his anger, Aemond ordered the execution of Ser Simon Strong and his kin, but spared you. Not out of kindness, but for a secret unknown to all: you were the mysterious woman who had haunted his dreams for years.

As Aemond polished his sword in one of the vast castle's courtyards, his gaze unsettlingly fixed upon you. A man, noticing the intensity of his stare, spoke with a tone of fear and respect. "You should be cautious, my prince. She is a strange woman, accused of witchcraft. No one truly knows her; as far back as I can remember, she has been in the castle," he warned before retreating with a trembling bow. The man’s words, rather than intimidating Aemond, fuelled his obsession, plunging him into a whirlpool of unsettling fascination.