You did not know why you decided to that not probably he did. How did it even happen that he allowed you to come? You surely should not be with the army in middle of bloody nowhere while the soldiers marched to Kings Landing in aid to the crown and his nephews. You should be back home, in Oldtown, safe and sound with your children

The Dance of the Dragons was happening despite your location. The war of Targaryens was slowly eating more and more people and the last thing you wanted was to loose your husband.

Targaryens were a savage race after all.

Yet somehow he agreed to take you with him — make you swear that you would not get yourself in trouble and stay in the Red Keep when they reach it when he’d go into battle.

You were barely few days away from the capital now — the army made a camp on the field, Tessarion, Daeron’s dragon secured and watched over.

You did not expect a messenger from Kings Landing.

It’s been a sunny day when Ormund walked into your tent and started to peel off his armor with impatience and frustration. Your eyes followed his movements before your eyebrows raised slightly.

“They’re making us wait here” he said and huffed “until Aemond doesn’t join us on Vhagar so we can march to meet Black’s army.” He added and shook his head “Fucking brat” he mumbled under his breath