Chapter 33: A New Cersei Lannister - Blood Prophecy!
Next afternoon,
The Sewers
Cersei never asked about Jon Arryn’s current location, Kai thought. What a cunning woman! She knows I will go back to her.
He knew the risks, but there was still a sly grin on his face.
"Why are you smiling?" Jon Arryn asked. "Does my misfortune amuse you, boy?"
Kai faced the old man.
There was no shortage of food, water, and even wine here, but the Hand looked like an overgrown rat. The wound on his left hand had been treated with boiled wine and fire, but it still pained him.
"No, my lord," Kai said, shaking his head. "How would it amuse me when there is no misfortune to even speak of?"
"Spare me your cunning remarks, boy," Jon Arryn chided, panting all along. "I don’t know what you have said to the queen. But remember, it won’t be long before the guards come down sweeping the sewers. Time is running out for you. Heed my counsel, Arlen. Heed. It’s still not too late for you."
This time, Kai chuckled. "You are wrong, my lord," he said, amusingly. "Time has run out hours ago, you should have said. The guards you are eagerly waiting for had already come and gone in the morning. Oh! I feel so sorry for you."
Jon Arryn gaped. His eyes widened in the sheer enormity of the lie Kai had spoken. If it was a lie, that is. "Nonsense!" the old man rebuked, terrified. "The sewer lines under the city are vast, yes. I agree. But not that vast for the guards to not scour it thoroughly."