It was rare for Aemond to sleep since you had arrived at Harrenhal, and tonight was the first night in a long time that he had allowed himself to rest, but you couldn't, not after the vision you had

"Why are you awake?" You were staring at the flames in Aemond's chamber fireplace when the man's hoarse voice reached your ears, making you shiver. You were just his mistress, but you cared.

"You are going to die in this place," you replied almost in a whisper, but the prince heard you perfectly.