Sea of Myr

[Kurts]

"A fine tale." he commended. "The delivery left a but to be desired, but perhaps your better half will show you how it's done. A good story needs energy. You must breath life into it."

His cold grey-blue eyes went to the young woman, the inviting smile on his face not reaching them.

"Spin a tale for me darling."

[The Forgotten God]

The woman shivers and then composes herself. "There was a sorcerer who came through my father's lands and he promised us...fortune and wealth," she said. "My father believed him and he followed the sorcerer all the way to a big city where he got rich from a gold wagon he found. But the sorcerer was an evil man and he burned the city to the ground, and my father was melted with all his ill gotten gold," she said.

[Kurts]

"Now that was a story!" he exclaimed, jovially, pacing the deck. "Bit heavy-handed with the moral lesson about the dangers of greed, but that's what you get when you lot spend too much time with those septons."

"I suppose it is my turn now. Only fair." he paused for dramatic effect before beginning. "Met a man once who swore up and down he could ride the entirety of the Kingsroad in a single day, from King's Landing to the Wall. And he tried to, from what I understand, many times. At the end of each failed day, blood frothing from his horse's mouth as it died from exhaustion, he'd sit on the side of the road cursing his bad luck. Eventually, a kind soul would stop to help, likely one of you charitable followers of the Seven." he motioned to the captive couple before him. "After slaughtering the kind soul and anyone else with him, such as his wife or children, he'd bury them with his dead horse and ride off on theirs. Then he'd let his new steed rest, brush its mane and feet it oats, ride back to Kings Landing, and wait on the sunrise so he could try again."

"He never made it of course, a madman, but do you know what there is to admire of him?" he looked to the couple, leveling his blades at their respective throats. "Either of you care to venture a guess?"

[The Forgotten God]

"Mine was a true story..." the woman mumbled. The young man decided to hazard a guess.

"He buried the horse?"

[Kurts]

"He blamed the horses for his failures." he explained, with a glance to the woman indicating her husband wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. "It never crossed his mind that what he believed he could do was impossible. That is how empires are forged."

The prince sighed and drove the point of his blade through the young man's throat, before shoving him over the railing into the sea below. He then grabbed the girl, spun her around, bent her over the railing while hiking up her skirts, and raped her while she watched the dying man's plate pull him down into the briney abyss.

[The Forgotten God]

The woman lacks the strength to even scream as she witnesses the horror, and Killion actually gets some painful chafeage on his manhood. He probably should have presented her with a warm beating heart.

[Kurts]

Killion gritted his teeth and finished the task at hand, taking little pleasure from it. He was not a sadist, merely playing the role he had been born into, the one Thomas Redwyne had been kind enough to remind him of. This is who he was, a reaver prince, and he played the part well.

He laced up his breeches when he was done, returning to his genial tone as if nothing had happened to disturb it.

"Tell me more of your father."

[The Forgotten God]

The woman looks around with blind eyes. "Fuck you. I hope they rape your sons before whoever finishes you off kills you," she spits, then she jumps off the ship. Apparently, she cannot swim, either.

[Kurts]

Killion rested his elbow on the railing and his head upon his hand as he watched the drowning woman vanish in the ship's wake, a wistful smile on his face and cold eyes.

"Now shes wet." he remarked wryly to the crew. "Could have used that a few minutes ago."

[The Forgotten God]

The performance gets a few claps, but overall the men were more thinking of the wagon of gold, he can just feel it.