It wasn’t a mistake- at least not until Rhaenyra had criticized him for ordering the beheading of a child. Your child. The nights had been cold since the boys death, and when you heard rumors of his movements around Harrenhall you left almost immediately on dragon back. The light drizzle of rain was ever agonizing as you landed, Caraxes standing tall in the distance. His rider even closer.

“What brings you to Harrenhall, my lady?” he says mockingly, blade tip pointed to the stone ground