I yet sleep alone in these quarters, but on occasion I entertain a guest. Pierce Strickland, if you know of him. He's—

[ a friend. another one, dead as well - on the surface. but even if aemond knows the truth of it now, he's still angry about it. at how he's powerless to wield himself against the enemies of his house and those who have proven loyal to him and him alone. ]

It doesn't matter. No one will bother us here.

Why do we need the ice?