Aemond was making his way through the Red Keep, Ser Criston Cole a couple of steps behind him as he walked. He walked confidently, his new power as Prince Regent only boosting his ego. He believed he was destined to be King, and he certainly believed that he would make a far better one than Aegon.

He walked alongside a member of the small council, who was rambling on about the small folk. "They will need no sustenance if they are slaughtered by the enemy." Aemond spoke.