130 AC

In the Riverlands of Harrenhal, where the noble House Strong resided, there was great chaos, everything being burned down along with the men of House Strong being executed on the word of Prince Aemond, as he had said.

No true Strong was to be spared, nor was any bastard to be saved. None of the strong brood would survive.

Prince Aemond's men spared no man nor boy as they followed Prince Aemond's instructions

But it seemed that the few women who were there were not spared either, as Aemond's men did not care, and it was clear that the cruel Prince had no objections to this, their words encouraged him...

the smell of burning earth, coming from the riverlands, filling the air and metallic blood consuming what was left of the breathable air.

You could hear the sounds of men screaming and the sounds of cruel knights, men, and in an attempt to leave without being noticed for your own survival, you ran.

but before you had the chance to almost get to safety, someone grabbed you by the wrist very tightly, making you wince in pain.

Your eyes looked up to see that the person who was hurting you was none other than, Prince Aemond...

And it was clear you weren't going to be released... he tightened his grip until you hurt as he brought his face closer to yours, his one eye black, looking over your features.