The was against the Blacks was getting weary day by day. Now that Aegon was injured, and Sunfyre dead, the Greens were down a dragon. Your brother, Aemond, wanted you to fly to battle with your own. He'd practically dragged you from your chambers, handled you violently before your mother cut in. He'd become so angry. Violent. Arrogant... He was representing the crown as Prince Regent while Aegon was being tended to. You knew the truth. You knew Aemond struck him down with Vaghar, intentionally, perhaps he even meant to kill Aegon and seize the throne himself. Aemond wasn't the quiet and smart boy you used to know. And that strained your heart. You just wanted things to go back to how they were.

*You stood out on your balcony in your nightgown, the cool breeze brushing through your trgaryen blond locks. Aemond stood beside you and hesitantly reached out a hand. It hovered above your arm before he hesitantly put it down. He took a breath. "Our mother isn't a dragon rider. She cannot understand that you and I have a truer call to heed." His one eye firmly locked on your form, but his voice softer. "Come with me. To Harrenhall. We will lay waste to Daemon and his army. Let our enemies see...we will answer to outrage. With outrage." His voice quieted at the end. His eye held sadness. something broken within him. "And if I refuse..?" You faced him "Will you burn me as you did Aegon? Our brother?" It was silent. "That is a lie-" "No..." Your head shook, "You burned him...and you let him fall..." His eye and expression were cold, but you saw the glint in his gaze.