(Cyrus's POV)
"Sometimes, you have to be a bit rougher to get results." I told Aemon as we approached a building
"You threatened to burn his face off." Aemon frowned
I shrugged, "Did I?"
"No, but you-" He started
"Then what's the problem?" I asked
We stood in front of an abandoned building on the side of Fleabottom. The thief told us that Karl, the one in charge of the fighting ring, was hiding out somewhere here. The other Knights decided to sweep the other streets, to make sure that Karl wasn't anywhere else.
"What I want to know is why you're so adamant about doing this." Aemon told me, "My Father had already told you that we'd handle it, there is no need for you to get involved."
"Why would I not get involved?" I asked, "I got myself in this by killing the criminal scum that were enabling such garbage."
"There is something else." He said, "There is another reason you want to do it. I can tell. Is it some sort of...penance?"
"Penance?" I frowned, "LIsten, little Dragon Prince, you don't know anything about me. So do yourself a favor, keep your mouth shut."
"Fine." He said, "If you don't want to admit it, that's fine by me."
"What is your problem?" I asked
"I don't know you." He said as he walked forwards, "None of us know you. You are a stranger who has a body made out of flames. I deem you as a threat to the Crown, yet my Father doesn't seem to see that."
"Your Father is no fool." I said as I walked behind him, "He did the best in defusing a potential conflict with me."
"Do you think House Targaryen is afraid of you?" Aemon asked as he opened the door and walked in
As we entered, I lit my finger on fire, providing light ahead of us. I walked behind the stupid Prince as he slowly drew his sword, keeping it in front of him as we made our way into the main room.
"I don't care if you're afraid of me." I said as I looked around, scanning the dark room we were in, "Even if you weren't, I seriously doubt you had some sort of way to deal with me. There is only such much you can burn with your dragons' flames and here I am, made out of fire itself."
"I admit, such sorcery is powerful." Aemon said as he stopped and looked at me, "But you are no god."
"I never claimed I was." I said with a frown
"Yet, you have the Red Cult worshipping you." He said
"They are free to think whatever they want." I said with a shrug, "I keep telling them that I am not a god."
"Is that what your plan is?" He asked me, "To fool them? To fool us?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked
"What's your end goal here?" He asked, "What is it that you're truly planning? Are you trying to get the Crown to drop its guard so you can strike? Are you scheming something to topple House Targaryen?"
"First of all, No. I couldn't care less about House Targaryen and the Crown." I said with a frown, "And even if I was planning to topple you, why in the fuck would I openly confess that to the Crown Prince. You must be as stupid as you look."
He scowled, "Mind your tongue."
"No, mind your tongue." I said, "I am-"
I felt something cut through my shoulder as a scream filled the room. I looked to my left, seeing that a sword was cutting through my shoulder, flames sprouting as it drove all the way down to my chest. As the flame body was activated, I noticed the blade of the sword was getting bright red, courtesy of the flames.
I turned around and immediately clutched the man who attacked me by the throat, feeling the sword drop to the ground as the sounds of flames were heard. I could feel my body close up again as I walked towards the wall, pressing my attacker against the wall hard.
"Arrrghhh!!!" Karl exclaimed, "Y-You Demon!!!!"
"Perhaps I am." I said with a serious scowl, "And I should burn you alive for attacking me like this."
"You killed my men!!" He said, "You burned them!!"
"That, I did." I said as I tightened the grip on his throat, "What would you do about it?"
He gasped for air, his face turning slightly purple, "aa-aaarghh...."
"That is enough, Cyrus!" He said, "You said it yourself, we need him alive!!"
"Right." I said as I loosened the grip, "Where is the Snake? Tell me, and you might get yourself a dungeon cell with all your limbs connected and unscathed."
"N-Never!!" He shouted
"Oh, you want to do this the hard way?" I asked, "Well, truth be told, I have little to no control of my flames when I start torturing, so it could be painful."
"Cyrus!!!" Aemon shouted, "Do not think of anything rash!"
I raised my finger and showed it to Karl, displaying how it was red-hot, a single flame sprouting from it.
"This. In your thigh." I said with a slight smirk, "How long could you hold out, I wonder....?"
"N-No..." He said, "You're mad!!!"
"Maybe." I said, "But at the end of the day, I will get what i want."
I lowered my finger and was about to stick it on his thigh when he shouted.
"Stop!" He said
"Oh, you're gonna squeal?" I asked with a raised eyebrow
"Why do you want him anyway?!" He asked, "You're insane! You don't know what kind of man he is!"
"I know exactly the kind of man he is." I said, "A man who uses fear to control. One who would rather manipulate the innocent and unfortunate to profit. That is the kind of man he is. He is called the Snake, for crying out loud."
"Red Cult or House Targaryen." He said, "He's not someone you want to fuck with."
I raised the flaming finger against his cheek, the heat of the flame singeing him, "How ironic." I said with a scowl, "Neither am I."
"Now talk."