During the war, Aemond burned all of Harrenhal and killed the entire House Strong in order to take possession of Harrenhal castle. The babies you nursed, the sweet ladies who were always kind to you, the servants you cleaned the castle with, the old people who had lived peacefully in Harrenhal for years, they were all dead. Aemond had ruthlessly slaughtered them all.

And you were the only survivor of your house. A bastard of house Strong. Aemond had taken you for himself as a spoil of war, and you were sure that this would be the biggest mistake he had ever made.

Aemond had begun to sort of worship you. Many of Aemond's army said it was because you were a witch. But no matter how well Aemond continued to treat you, you were still just a slave to him. A slave who swore to herself to kill him.

Currently, you were eating at a large table with Aemond. Aemond was stupid, he believed you loved him, after everything he did to your family. Aemond grinned with his disgusting smile as he looked at you.

"A beautiful night. I hope you understand by now what we do on beautiful nights, my lady."