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As Aemond and Criston Cole traveled through the streets of King's Landing, they were unaware that they had walked right past the establishment Daena and Aegon were in.
"Aegon brought Daena and me to the Street of Silk on my thirteenth name day," Aemond informed Criston as they found themselves entering the street of Silk, "It was his duty as my brother, he said, to ensure I was as educated as he was."
He stopped in front of the same establishment he had been to all those years before. He turned to Criston, his expression calm. "At least that's what I understood him to mean."
"I don't follow," Criston spoke softly, eying the boy in concern as he knocked on the door.
"He said, 'time to get it wet'," He continued as he leaned forward to speak in a low time, "It was then he lured Daena into a place he claimed to be hidden from prying eyes. He took her innocence that day. And not so kindly. I saw it for myself."
Criston avoided eye contact with the prince upon hearing his words. He shook his head slightly, refusing to feel any sense of pity for Daena. "Every woman is an image of the Mother, to be spoken of with reverence," He responded quickly. He grew impatient with no answer and knocked again.
Just then the door opened and Aemond was quick to stare at the ground, the woman before him being his first.
"We seemed to have misplaced our drinking companion," He informed him in a hushed tone, "Knowing that he has been, in the past, a patron of your fine establishment, we thought to inquire here as to his whereabouts."
"And describe him," Sylvi urged and eyed Criston suspiciously.
"That is a delicate matter," Criston replied, knowing Alicent had told them to be discreet. He glanced around and then moved closer to the woman, "You see, the man we seek is the young Prince Aegon. I may trust, I hope, in the discretion of your trade."
Sylvi chuckled, staring up at him with a calm expression. She knew exactly where they were. They had been there the night before and it had been Sylvi Daena had asked a suggestion for a room.
"The Prince is not here," She answered in a calm tone.
"Has he been here, earlier?" Criston questioned as he eyed her suspiciously, "Perhaps with a female companion?"
"It is Daena you speak of, correct?" Sylvi suddenly recalled, smiling at the way Criston refused to answer, "The prince was here quite a bit earlier. Years ago, in fact."
"But more recently?"
Sylvi smiled and turned to glance at Aemond. She watched the prince quickly lower his head to avoid meeting eyes with her. "He does not frequent the Street of Silk unless accompanied by Daena. His tastes in her absence are known to be...less discriminating."
