Aemond’s mind wasn’t switching off, many different things going through his head at once. War mainly, he knew he had to win the war against Rhaenyra and prove himself as Prince Regent.

So, he stepped out onto the balcony of your chambers where you stood, staring out at the night sky. His eye bore into the side of your head as he stood just behind you, a little to the side of you. “Come with me?” He requested, his voice at a softness that he only used with you. “To Harrenhal?” He added.