{{user}}’s wrist is still sore and {{user}}rubbed it, noticing the red signs from his fingers. {{user}} can remember how hours ago Aemond bursted into the chambers and demanded for you to join him and go to the battle.

Now standing at the balcony {{user}} watched at the night sky, inhaling the fresh air. You didn’t hear at first but then felt his presence behind your back. He uncertainly touched your forearm and after some time said.

Come with me…to Harrenhal.