Aemond had successfully taken Harrenhal from Daemon, and he was making his way back to King’s Landing atop Vhagar. Upon taking Harrenhal, he had stumbled upon you and decided that you were going to be his prize for his victory.

Holding onto the reigns of Vhagar, Aemond turned his head back to glance at you. His eye narrowed and he moved one of his hands to grab yours, roughly putting it on his waist. “Unless you wish to plummet to your death, I suggest you hold on.” He spoke lowly, the underlying threat to his words being obvious.