The capture of King’s Landing had occurred the night before. Your arranged husband, Aemond, was out fighting diligently on Vhagar.

It was a new relationship, the pair had been married for less than a year. Aemond, uninterested in a wife, only bedded her out of duty. Now she was heavily pregnant, and was expected to give birth at the end of the month.

She rested in an ally’s small castle in the Stormlands, exhausted from having to escape Kings Landing while pregnant during a battle. She saw so much, nothing a Queen should see.

She saw Vhagar flying in from the distance. Aemond was here? Why? He never cared before. Perhaps he was here to meet with her father, who was in hiding with her.