The Banished Blood

Chapter 8

I was in my room, throwing a cloak over me. As a knock came to my door.

"Who is it?" I called.

"Ser Arykk Princess." His voice called.

"Enter." I replied, he came in, with something at hand, I looked to it.

"What have you there?" I asked. Fixing my cloak. He held out a small dagger, I took it. "What's this for?" I asked again.

"Aegon is to go out, he told Erykk you are to go with him and his brother. We shall be following behind in disguise. That is for emergencies." He nodded to the blade, as I placed it in a sheath upon my belt. "Thank you Ser." I smiled, he escorted me to the hall. Where Aegon stood, looking the same as he did at the meeting. Whilst Aemond looked to be dressed down with a cloak shrouding his face.

"Dress down much?" I asked him.

"I don't like to be seen." He grumbled.

"Come now, let us be off!" Aegon buzzed, practically skipping out the door. I smiled at his glee. Arykk and Erykk said they'd follow by in a moment. We walked through the doors, walking through the gates. Now, it was our time.

Kings Landing was what I expected, and worse. The streets stunk, children ran wild. Women and men cried out for all sorts of things. But as we turned into the heart of the capital streets. The nightmarkets grew larger, looking above me, some people looked out their windows to the crowd. My boots slapped against the cobblestone at my feet. Some women lay against walls promiscuously to attract custom. Brawls were breaking out, you just needed a keen eye to spot them. Many others sang drunkenly, often accompanied by some sort of food in their hand. Aegon trouped through, many people waving at him.

"Where are we going?" I whispered to Aemond. He didn't even look at me as we walked side by side.

"Hell if I know." He chuffed nonchalantly. I looked around me still. He didn't really seem up for talking at the moment, I just onlooked at Aegon, strutting about like he owned the place. In a way, he sort of did. We turned to an establishment, as we arrived, it looked to be a sort of tavern. It looked run down, but seemingly popular. Aegon turned to me with a smile, beckoning us inside. We stooped in, looking around the tables seemed full, as women bustled with trays of wine. A small band stood in a corner, playing tales of the past with their words. The sound of the music clashed with the noise of people shouting. Aegon grabbed a womans wrist, and whispered in her ear, she set her tray down, taking his hand, Aegon beckoned us again. She led us to a table down the back, as she wiped it down, taking empty cups as she turned away. Aegon put himself down, as did I and Aemond. We sat around the table, Aegon began to laugh at his brother.

"What?" Aemond snapped.

"Take that bloody thing down no one gives a shit here." Aegon leaned forward, ripping down Aemonds hood, Aemond scowled. I laughed. Aegon turned to me with a smile.

"He is right though." I spoke, throwing off my cloak, leaving it on the chairs back. The same woman came by, sitting down cups along with a pale of ale. She poured for us. Leaving as quickly as she came. The candlelit tavern filled with more noise. As we sat in silence, drinking. I wanted to say something, to either of them about anything, but Aegon seemed happy enough looking around the room. Whilst Aemond just scowled, lips pursed. Aegons eyes turned stern, I looked around to see who or what he was looking at.

It was a woman, with faux silver hair with a tan complexion, but she covered it with powder. What gave her away was the colour of her hands and neck. She wore a short, rough, rugged red dress. She sat upon anothers lap, giggling. Was that the whore he was referring to the first time I met him? I turned back to Aegon, he took a quick swig.