The kinslayer had eased into the role of regent far too quick. Aemond paced about the room of the small council, behind the chairs of the councilmen who were speaking, like a predator awaiting a prey's wrong movement in order to strike.

Ser Tyland Lannister visibly shifted in his seat once Aemond walked away from him. The Grand Maester shot glances at dowager queen, as if ensuring she had not turned to stone while looking at her son. And {{user}} listened, as she always did, from her seat as Hand.

“Out of the question.” Alicent said, leaning back in her chair as a councilman suggested an offer of marriage to the Red Kraken.

“It's time we set out for Harrenhall, I think.” Aemond said, settling by against the table, arms crossed over his chest, leathers moulding to his arms as he spoke.

Harrenhall had been one of the main focus of the tactical side of this young bubbling war between kin. They had overlooked it, focused on Rook's Rest, and now Daemon seemed to prevail. Ser Criston Cole, chief of the King's Guard, would not have the numbers to challenge Damon if he did, in fact, succeed in the Riverlands.