Burn me • Aemond Targaryen

The only God here

Chapter Thirty-Five~ The only
God here

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It hadn't taken long for Finan to find him. He'd been a gold cloak, dismissed for beating a whore in a drunken rage.
He sat limp in the chair, Finan had made sure to keep him knocked unconscious whilst Rhaella set off to find something she called her 'Speciality.'

When she returned, she carried a crate of jars of all different sizes.

She took the bucket that was next to the chair, it was filled with old dirty water. At least she thought it was water.

"Wake up." She muttered, kicking Ivar at his foot, then taking a step back to chuck the liquid from the bucket on him. "I said wake up!"

The man groaned, eyes drifting open slowly. When he saw the princess he tried to jump from the chair. But his arms were bound behind him and his legs tied to the wood.

"What your name?" Was the first question she asked.
But he wasn't planning on answering. "Oh good, I was hoping you were going to make this difficult." She took her blade and sliced it into his skin, letting a trail of thick blood run down his arm and drop onto the floor. "What's your name?" She said again, but still no answer.

Perhaps it was because Finan had been forced to thump him in the head a few times or perhaps he just was being difficult. It mattered little to Rhaella.

"Your losing a lot of blood here bastard." She cut him again this time on his collar bone. The man winced at the sharpness. "Did your whore mother fail to give you one?" Rhaella mocked. "Perhaps I should give you my own." She gripped the blade, knuckles turning white as she lifted the point to the skin on his forehead.

B L O O D

With each stroke of the blade the man let out a groan. Blood dropped down into his eyes, blinding him to the princess.

"That is what I will call you." She told him. "Now I'm not going to kill you, Not yet anyway." She sighed. "You're going to be down here for a very long time, and each time is going to be worse than the last." She plucked up a jar from the table behind her. "This is Poision Ivy." She said lifting the jar into the light so that the man could see. "I've blended it down into a liquid, I like to play with poisons you see." She took the cork off the glass and poured the toxic liquid onto the wounds she had just inflicted on him.

The scream he let out was enough to make Finan turn away, But for Rhaella it was like she was bathing in euphoria.

"I have the antidote so don't expect it to kill you." She muttered as she placed the jar back down. "I'm going to heal you every time, then I'm going to make you wish I left you for dead." She told him. "I need you to tell my Good friend here who it was who hired you." Rhaella turned to finan. "And who the other man was that came with you."

Blood let out a sound of pain when she brought her blade up to his ear and sliced off the lobe.

"I think you'd do best to answer her." Finan adviced him when Rhaella cut into the top of Blood's ear.

"I do not answer to traitors of the crown." Blood spat.

Rhaella let out a laugh, a dangerous laugh that even Finan knew meant nothing good. "Traitor of the crown?" She sighed. "Your queen paid someone to send you to steal two boys of six and seven away from their mothers." Another slice into his arm. "Tell me who hired you." Another slice, this time on the side of his cheek. "Who slit my boys throat?" She stabbed him in his shoulder, not deep enough for it to be fatal.

Blood was panting as she hacked away at him, yelling out in pain.

When she returned with the jar of poison from before he pleaded with Finan to free him from his bounds. "She's mad!" He shouted. "The seven will have your lives for this!"

Finan watched on unphased.

Rhaella laughed. "Where are your Gods now Blood?" She poured the poison onto the barbarity on his ear, relishing in his sounds of begging. "Tell me who you came with."

"I do not know his name!" Blood shouted, it was all he was planning on saying until Rhaella pressed her thumb against his stab wound. "He was a rat catcher here!" He confessed. "He knew of the passageways that lead through the castle."

Rhaella turned to Finan, he nodded at her before leaving, knowing what she wished for him to do.

When they were alone in the room Rhaella turned to her crate and picked a bottle of witch hazel from her selection.

"You're going to damn the day you were born Blood." She breathed, soaking bandages in the Hazel. "I'm going to take everything from you." Rhaella wrapped his injuries. "And you will pray and pray for the gods to end your life."

Blood looked up at her. Insanity fed on her eyes.

"But the only God in here is me."

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Aemond couldn't force a straight thought. He couldn't find his wife no matter where he looked.

He wanted to be near her, to comfort her in her loss. It was a loss for him too but he knew it was hurting her more than anything.

Aemond wished nothing more than to stand by her side but she would not allow it. She had ignored him at every court meeting, and every breakfast.

He imagined that this is what heartbreak felt like. Knowing the person you would lay your life down for did not want you around.

"I propose we put every rat catcher to death." Otto Hightower said to the members of the kings council. "Guilty by association."

A murder of agrees from the members lead to the order being signed.

"Are we any further in finding them?" Aemond said tapping his fingers on the wooden table.

His Grandsire took a deep breath. "No." He admitted.

Aemond slammed his hands onto the table. "You are supposed to be the hand of the king." He seethed. "Do your job, you are making us look weak."

But it was not for lack of effort that the two killers had not been found.

They were just unaware the Princess already had them.

Aemond left the room, heading to find his wife and his children.

When he entered their shared chamber he found Eleana and Vaegon playing together on the carpet by the fire. The wet nurse lulling Aegor to sleep.

"The Princess?" He said crouching down to run a hand on Vaegon's head.

"She left some hours ago." The nurse told him.

Aemond took the baby from her hands telling her he could take it from here.

For hours he waited for her to return, but she never did. But now he sat here listening to his daughter tell him a story that she had taken from one of the shelves that held the books, he decided he'd wait for her here.

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Finan followed him through the streets of flea bottom. He made sure to keep his hood over his head, and to not get too close, but never stray far enough that he would loose sight.

But he had not been careful enough to realize that the rat catcher knew he was following him.

He'd been led into a dead end, the darkness of the street covering the body of the bald man. Finan drew the sword Rhaella had made for him, clutching it close.

The rat catcher jumped from the shadows yelling as he sprung into the boatman.
The fight was little challenge and Finan had the criminal up against the walls sword pressed to his gut and hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing the air from his lungs.

"Who sent you?" The catcher gasped, struggling to breathe.

Finan laughed. "Yer doom."

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