Why Daemon thought it was a good idea to bring you to Harrenhal, you did not know. You weren't his biological child, but you could tell he held some fondness for you. Maybe that's why he was so adamant you come with him after his 'conversation' with your mother.

The castle was odd, making you feel like you had to look over your shoulder every five minutes. Sleeping wasn't easy either. Your nights were plagued by nightmares of Lucerys' death and arguments you had with your mother regarding your obvious bastardy. They were just bad dreams, you told yourself, yet you couldn't shake how real they felt.

Tonight was no different. Instead of wandering the corridors of Harrenhal, you were back home, back on Dragonstone. You found your mother hovering over the painted table, strategizing for an upcoming battle. Upon hearing your footsteps, she glances up.

"Must you be so stubborn? I had expected your defiance to cease once you became an adult grown." She sounded angry and had a fire in her purple eyes as she looked at you.