The days following Tywin's visit passed in a haze of activity. Aemond's camp was a whirlwind of preparation, his soldiers working tirelessly to shore up the defenses of King's Landing. Fortifications were strengthened, weapons were sharpened, and alliances were quietly secured. Still, the shadow of Tywin's threat loomed over everything.
Word soon came through Varys's network: Tywin had begun mobilizing his forces at the border. The Lannisters were preparing to launch an assault on King's Landing. But Aemond had no intention of waiting passively for the lion's claws to sink into his kingdom.
"We must strike before Tywin makes his move," Aemond ordered, pacing back and forth in the war room. "We cannot afford to be reactive. We need to create chaos, confuse him, make him think we're one step ahead."
Saladinus, ever the strategist, spoke up. "We can send out small, targeted strikes along the borders. Harass his supply lines, disrupt his communications. Keep him guessing."
Aemond nodded. "Exactly. Tywin is a master of strategy, but even he cannot predict everything. We will create enough confusion that when he strikes, he will find us already prepared."