(Third Person POV)
[Fleabottom, King's Landing]
"Make way, dammit!!" a City Watch guard shouted, pushing aside the smallfolk aside, "Prince Aemon is walking through!!!"
The Smallfolk of Fleabottom moved aside, watching in pure awe how Aemon Targaryen walked down the dirty street. His long white hair glowed in the sunlight, flowing slightly to the side as the breeze passed through. His serious yet gentle expression was nearly ethereal to those who were not used to seeing the Heir.
He stood tall, even among the guards that he was amongst, his dignified posture exuding nothing but a royal aura.
"What is Prince Aemon doing here?" a woman whispered to another, "Did something happen?"
"The City Watch has been on edge since the battle on the Gullet...." another woman said, "Something must have happened and they brought in Prince Aemon..."
Aemon walked towards a fruit stand, seeing that there was a young woman standing next to an elderly man. As he reached the stand, two of the guards stood next to him, their hands on the handles of their swords, glaring at nearby people.
"You." Aemon said as he looked at the woman, "I have been told that a man wearing a sea shell necklace walked through here."
The young woman looked at him with surprise, "E-Eh?"
Aemon looked at the elderly man, "He was spotted earlier." He said, "Do you know anything like that?"
The old man shook his head slowly, "N-No...." he said, "No, My Prince."
"Four bodies were found at the coast earlier this morrow." Aemon continued, a serious expression on his face, "They had burn marks on them. If you see anyone wearing wearing a sea-shell necklace, inform the City Watch. There is reason to believe that he is connected to it. That goes for everyone here!"
He turned around, having told the last part out loud to the crowd that was gathered. The smallfolk were murmuring amongst themselves, a bit confused at the statement.
"By Order of The King, Jaehaerys I Targaryen." Aemon continued, "Anyone who sees the suspect believed to be connected to the burning victims must report it to the City Watch. These murders have been occurring for the past few weeks, connected to a blasphemous Cult. You hide anything from us, you will be punished. Let's not let it get to that, I'd hate for an innocent person to be harmed."
Everyone kept murmuring amongst each other, wondering what could have happened.
Aemon scanned the crowd, trying to see if there was something unusual. He then spotted something that caught his attention; a young man wearing black clothing. He had grey hair with black eyes, leaning on the brick wall, past a group of people.
What caught the Prince's attention was that the sleeve of the young man's shirt was a bit charred, which was quite unusual.
Coincidentally, this was Cyrus, who had just managed to get inside the city.
He made his way towards him, followed by the guards, "You." He said as he pointed at him, "Step forward."
Cyrus raised an eyebrow, "Me?"
A guard stepped forwards, "You heard him." He said, "Come forth, you imbecile."
Cyrus shrugged and stepped forwards, the people in front of him parting to let him through.
He stood in front of Aemon, standing as tall as the Prince, "What did you need from me?" He asked, "I didn't do anything."
"You fool." the guard said, "You dare speak to Prince Aemon like that? Know your place."
Cyrus looked at the guard, saying nothing.
Aemon looked at Cyrus's sleeve, "What happened to your shirt?" He asked, "Burnt it?"
"Yea." Cyrus lifted his long sleeve up, "I was eating fish at a campfire. Caught it there."
Aemon narrowed his eyes, "Fish? At a campfire?"
Cyrus nodded, "Yes."
"Where?" Aemon asked
"At the beach." Cyrus responded, "Why do you ask?"
"You stupid little..." the guard stepped forward
"Wait." Aemon lifted his hand, "What's your name?"
Cyrus looked at him for a couple of seconds, saying nothing. This caused a tension amongst the crowd, who knew that Cyrus was doing something they would never do. In front of him was a Prince of House Targaryen and not just that, but the Heir to the Iron Throne. This was someone that none of them would ever purposefully antagonize.
But Cyrus didn't know who this person was, he didn't care much about him. To him, he was just a man with white hair and purple eyes, straight out of a Fantasy world.
"You best answer that." the guard said with an angry tone
"My name?" Cyrus said, "I don't think it matters, but it's Cyrus."
"Come with us, Cyrus." Aemon turned around, "We are to question you."
"For what?" Cyrus said as Aemon began to walk away, "I didn't do anything wrong."
Aemon stopped and looked at him, "You are suspected to be involved in the murders along the coast."
"Oh yea?" Cyrus raised an eyebrow, "Enlighten me."
"Your shirt was burnt. You claim you burn it while eating fish at a campfire." Aemon turned back to face him, "The men we found dead were next to an campfire, which funnily enough, had some fishbones next to it."
"Hm...." Cyrus said, "Is that any way to prove a murder?"
"Your attitude is not helping you either." Aemon said, "And there has been a certain witness, claiming that a grey-haired man was near the area."
"Who's your witness?" Cyrus asked
"That is of no concern of yours." Aemon replied
"Where exactly did you find these bodies?" Cyrus asked, "I was eating at the beach, at the southern part of the coast."
".....further north." Aemon said
"Well, that can't be right." Cyrus said, "I mean, we live right by the sea, don't we? Obviously, fish will be quite common to eat, no?"
"You're still coming with us." Aemon told him, "Like it or not."
"Tsk, tsk....." Cyrus said, "I don't think so."
The guards drew their swords, "That wasn't a request." One of them said, "You're coming with us now."
Cyrus nodded, "Okay, okay." He stepped forwards, "But.....only if you catch me."
He then took off into a sprint, running past the people that were there.
Aemon scowled, "Dammit!" he exclaimed,
"After him!!"