Mastermind // Aemond Targaryen (1)

27. Not Suited

"My Prince."

"You yourself are the mysterious White Worm, I take it." Otto wore his hood high over his head as he sat across from Mysaria. ''Or are you simply a further peel in this stinking onion?''

''My condolences on the passing of your king." She replied. Otto nodded and a bag of coin was placed in front of her, she passed it off to Jayne. Uri walked through unnoticed because no one knew her. She didn't have to wear a hood or keep her head low.

''Where is Prince Aegon?'' otto demanded. Uri leaned back slightly to hear keeping her hands busy buying a bit of food but her eyes were keenly aware of their conversation.

''I thought, the Prince is in Flea Bottom where no one is to be trusted.'' Her voice shifting up and down in an unnatural pattern, making Otto's jaw tense that he was stooping so low to deal with such a woman. ''I'd best secrete him somewhere safe in case they come looking for him.''

"God is that what she sounds like?" Uri muttered. Her unnatural rhythm was making it hard to focus on the words she was saying.

'' Where's the Prince?'' otto demanded

''He is safely tucked away..." Otto glared back at her.

"That's helpful." Uri murmured walking around, acting busy.

''I want an end to the savage use of children in Flea Bottom. They are forced to fight, and worse... your gold cloaks take the bribes given them to look away. An obscenity either tolerated or ignored by the crown." She went on and Otto withheld the urge to groan.

"Bitch with morals." Uri decided.

''I'll look into it. You have my word.'' Otto assured.

''When your plots ripen and you install your grandson on the throne, remember it was me who put him there. I could have killed him as easily as a wasp on fruit. There is no power but what the people allow you to take." Mysaria hissed.

" I will remember." Otto seethed as Uri walked off.

"Well?" Criston asked impatiently.

"I know the where but I don't actually know WHERE anything is here." Uri informed him

"My girl." Aemond said happily.

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Little fires everywhere but no Aegon in sight. Erryk and Arryk looked around before hearing soft whimpers.

''"Listen.'' Coughing... groaning... the brothers shared a victorious grin before moving a panel from under the alter and pulling Prince Aegon out.

"No... No! No! Agh!" They hauled him to his feet and he groaned and shouted in protest.

''Where is the White Worm?'' Aegon demanded drunkenly.

'' She sold you for a price." Erryk informed him

''And why have you paid it?" Aegon questioned looking between them as they each held an arm captive in their grip. "I want my mother." Aegon demanded.

''Your grandfather, the Hand, will meet you outside the city walls.'' Erryk corrected. Aegon grunted pushing them away as he ran but on drunken feet he didn't get far.

"You flee what other men die seeking, Aegon." Arryk said pushing him down.

Belling tolling in the distance as they made it to the light, Aemond, Uri and Criston saw Aegon being brought out.

"Oh damn I'm good. Add spy to my lost list of talents." Uri boasted and Criston stared back at her before marching up the steps.

''I do regret this, friend.'' Criston said pointing his sword at Erryk. Aegon threw an elbow back and made a run for it.

"Sword fights," Uri remarked. "This actually isn't new to me." She added as Criston attacked Erryk as Aemond tackled Aegon. Uri turned to see Aegon screaming out, Aemond trapped him under himself.

''No! Stop! No.'' Aegon shouted. Aemond got him on his back and Aegon started giggling.

" I was hoping you disappeared." Aemond seethed.

'' Is our father truly dead?'' Aegon asked his smile falling.

''Yes... and they're going to make you king.'' Aemond hissed and Aegon spit up at him and Aemond faltered back, Aegon jumped up and ran again.

"Agh!" Aemond wiped at his face lunging at Aegon and catching him easily.

"No!" Aegon screamed out struggling in Aemond's strong grasp.

"Are you going to help me?!" Erryk asked looking up to his brother staring down at them from a safe distance.

"No! Let me go!" Aegon continued to trash in Aemond's grip.

"Need help Cole?" Uri asked as she took casual steps towards him.

"Where's your brother, huh?" Criston mused his eyes darting around as his blade stayed focused on Erryk. Uri flexed her fingers and Erryk's blade became hot, burning hot to the touch, he dropped it and it clattered at his feet. Criston stared confused as he shook his burned hand.

"Let me go! Brother! Ahh! Let me go! I have no wish to rule! No taste for duty!" Aegon pleaded. "I'm not suited."

"You'll get no argument from me." Aemond said dully.

"You let me go, I will find a ship and sail away, never to be found." Aegon continued to plead.

"The Queen awaits." Aemond hissed.