He walked up the stairs of the tower, his heart heavy in his chest. He knew he was losing this war, and it was killing him. His sister, who he had argued with previously that day, stood on the balcony and looked down over the city. Aemond came behind her and engulfed her in a tight hug. She squirmed, Aemond expected it. He was in no condition to fight now.

"Come to Harrenhall with me sister. Please." Aemond whimpered. "I need you."