Prince Aemond walked with a firm stride through the bustling streets of King's Landing, Ser Criston Cole at his side. A short cloak hid his silver hair and made him appear less conspicuous in the crowd. But Aemond was not here to hide; he had a mission. The city was full of rumors and intrigue, and he wanted to see for himself.

Suddenly, he was jostled hard by a stranger. The bump caused him to falter briefly and a flash of anger flashed through him. "How dare you!" he hissed as he turned around. The crowd around him seemed unfazed, as if such incidents were commonplace. Ser Criston immediately stepped to his side, ready to resolve the situation.

Aemond could feel the anger rising within him. He was used to expecting respect, and this incident was an unexpected provocation. "We have more important things to do," Criston muttered, but Aemond couldn't calm down.