[center][color=ec008c][h1]The King[/h1][/color][/center]

Daenys Targaryen was pissed, not normal pissed, but drunk man shitting his pants pissed. His son was taken from him by the kingsguard, he underestimated their loyalty to Aegon, bunch of dogs, sitting at his grave and starving to death. He'd spit on them if he had one of them... oh wait...

Daenys gave the man a kick to the ribs, throwing all his pent up aggresion at his brother into it. The man groaned, coughing from within the black bag placed over his head, he collapsed, if not for the two kingsguardsmen holding him up, Harrold Royce and Patereck, Royce was a traitor to House Royce, he fled his father's service to join Daenys, because in his own words; "The Master of Whisperers needs a guard, doesn't he?". Patereck was the captain of the ship they were sailing on, he'd been an old friend at the Red Keep, taking Daenys on rides around the Blackwater, he remembered one trip where they were set upon by pirates, trying to take the young prince for ransom, Daenys offered to give them a "favor" in exchange for his life, the simpletons nearly took him up on it too, but Paterick snuck up behind from below deck, and choked the leader of the group out with a piece of rope. The others tried to get behind him to stab at Paterick, but eventually, they just started trying to stab through the leader, once their swords were stuck in the man's flesh, his screams of agony prevented by the rope against his voice-box, Paterick pushed the man forwards, sending a bunch of pirates to the deck with a thud, he then drew a knife and stabbed the lot of 'em. He was a surprisingly formidable fighter for a merchant sailor, years of climbing had left him agile and with strong grip, his body toned to the point of absurdity, yet unscarred, unlike the "Handsome" knights he was usually stuck with, something Daenys very much enjoyed.

But enough about Paterick, this loyalist scum had been trying to sneak supplies from the Reach, from one of the plotters, too bad Daenys was still at sea. They shot all the men on his boat, including the loyalist himself, his arrow wound still dripping blood softly onto the wood below. 
"Sorry, did that hurt?" Daenys said mockingly
"I'll be sure to make the next one more enjoyable for you." The man coughed, the arrow had hit him in the chest, it was a wonder he was still alive.
[color=a36209]"You'll never have Aerys."[/color] The man painfully gasped out, his breath turning into a raspy cough. Daenys chuckled softly, oh how he loved this part.
"Take the hood off." Paterick nodded, placing a gauntleted hand on the man's face, lifting it to reveal a young man, the youngest member of the kingsguard, Harry Mallister, "The Young Blade". The arrow had pierced his lung, that much was clear from the gallons of blood leaving his nose and mouth, his face a deathly whitish pink. Daenys smiled and crouched down, resting his hands on his knees.
"Poor, poor, dying man, why doth thou suffer so? Why not thee Stranger taketh thine life in an instant." Daenys was having a little too much fun with this. Mallister however, wasn't
[color=a36209]"I'm dying already, try not to kill me out of embarrassment for you, my prince."[/color] He tried to laugh, but it degenerated into a coughing fit, spitting up half a lung onto the wood floor.

Daenys smiled, slowly moving a hand behind Mallister's head, feeling his soft hair, he came in closer, his head at the young man's ear.
"It's too bad to see a strapping young lad like yourself die in such a horrible way, I'll give you nightshade, you'll die sleeping, just tell me where my son is." Daenys whispered in the young lad's ear, smiling the whole time.
[color=a36209]"I'd rather die bleeding then tell you, Renly!"[/color] He then bit at Daenys, gripping his ear in his teeth, the pain was secondary to the shock, he yelled out, and the guards yanked Mallister away, along with a chunk of Daenys' left ear. Daenys was not amused to say the least.

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A few hours later
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"Honestly Mallister, I'm surprised you're still alive." Daenys threw an apple up and down in his hand, hitting things was hard work. Mallister looked up at him, ever paler, with fresh blood running down his now bare chest. He was a fine specimen, large pectorals and visible abdominal muscles, though the hole in his chest ruined that, along with the flayed left arm and the missing manhood, the eyes were the last to go, he screamed like a babe as they came out.
[color=a36209]"There's nothing more you can do to me, you wouldn't risk killing me."[/color] Daenys laughed, a cackling laugh, he hated it, though changing it would ruin his many disguises. 
"You're wrong Mallister, I'm torturing you for fun! I know all I need to know." Daenys said as if it were a relief to the both of them.
"I know how to impersonate you." Mallister's mouth widened, and his eyebrows shot down, if he had eyes, it's be a look of angry shock.
[color=a36209]"They'd never believe you."[/color] He said, still defiant after all the pain. Daenys walked closer, making sure to stomp so that the blind man would know where he was.
"They will, I know they will." Daenys held out a hand to his front, and from a cloth sheath, Paterick drew a knife, Mallister didn't even know it was there.
"I would like to talk, but..." The sound of steel against bone, as Daenys' blade scraped across Mallister's spine, he did it calmly, like he was spreading butter on bread, slitting Mallister's throat like a pig. Mallister's eyes went wide, and he gasped for air that wasn't coming, blood shot all over the room, onto Daenys' favorite shirt.
"You seem to be a bit preoccupied at the moment, ta ta Mallister!" Daenys dropped the knife to the floor, and waved even though he knew Mallister couldn't see him.

The last thing Mallister would have seen as his vision went blurry, was Daenys, picking up his white cloak, and then the sound of sword through air. His head rolled across the bloody ground, as his body collapsed to the side, a proud knight, slain in an instant. Daenys giggled, knighthood, what a concept.