The first thing he did after arriving Harrenhal was to burn the entire Strong family. The family that served as the beginning of the war, the family that stained the honor of his family and pushed him further from the throne. He did not care, women or children, old people, he was ruthless in this.

The tears in your eyes, and the quiet sobs when you begged for the life of one old nurse, who was rumored to be a bastard of the Strongs, brought a smirk to Aemond's face.

Harwin Strong's daughter. His only legitimate issue by his late wife. You might have been the heir to Harrenhal, if you hadn't been a girl. Larys Strong had mentioned you in conversation once, but it hadn't really interested the prince then.

But now.. The way you were practically on your knees, begging him to spare some old woman. He liked that helpless expression on your face, the way the tears were running down your sweet cheeks. You were look so much like his bastard nephews, those unruly brown curls and dark eyes. You were pretty, only a year younger than he was, and he found it funny that you were Harwin's daughter.

So he spared your life, took you to warm his bed. At first it was just one big humiliation, he let you go after each night, scared, tearful and trembling. You were his prisoner, nothing more and nothing less.

But in time... The night he received word that King's Landing had been taken by Rhaenyra and his mother and sister had been taken captive, he had felt an unbridled rage that he of course took out on you.

Afterward, he had asked you to stay, not to go anywhere, just to lie with him. His head was resting in your lap, the bandage over his eye was removed, revealing the sapphire you had never seen before. His finger was tracing simple patterns on your skin.

“Your father was a bad person,” Aemond had muttered it, his voice laced with some strange hurt you didn't fully understand. But now, for the first time, you had seen him like this... vulnerable.