Aemond stood in the throne room watching as you were dragged in to kneel before him after the events of Rooks Rest. You, his niece, had attempted to render aid to the now deceased Rhaenys. Now, you were his prisoner and without a dragon to aid you in escaping.

The one eyed Prince Regent stared coldly, one eye fixed on you. His sweet niece. Once a child he had protected vigilantly when you and he were children. Now, you were an enemy.

"I see you've survived the battle. A pity I think, for you."