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[Light]

"Not at all," she coos laughing, "it was quite entertaining though, good job,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The boys blinks at her sadly,"..." And turns away, walking
Toward the door

[Light]

She puffs her cheek pouting a bit before calming her features into a cooled expression, "I'll give you a choice, since you proved to be mildly entertaining. The boy, I'll allow him to work in the manor as a servant. I'll even let your father work in the fields instead of the mine, but that all depends on if you want to be a good little actor. The other choice is I just dump every man, elder, babe and child into the sea make you watch before joining them."

[CrimsonMoon]

He stops, a pain expression flickering across his grey eyes,"... Thats not much of a choice," he murmjrs, glancing back at her,"... Ok... Please... Spare them..." He seems to wither and sinks to his knees in front of the guard, trembling and staring at the floor of the ship

[Light]

The guard remains rigid in his position, not daring to look down in the presence of the woman that controlled them all. Her lips curl into a falsely pleasant smile and she nods her head. "That's a good choice, Rori dear, now, let the guard show you to your room. We'll have much to do tomorrow."

[CrimsonMoon]

Ror slowly looks up at the guard, his eyes dull though the same cold of ocean water flickered in the depths... He was indeed a Greyjoy.. Even if he didnt want that,"... You can rip my eye out if you think that's fair," the little boy says to the man," It'll be just... Yeah?" His voice remains quiet

[Light]

"... Not my eye that was ripped out." He grunts before opening the door quickly, "Come on."

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori stumbles to his feet and follows, he felt as if this was one big bad dream..

[Light]

The ship had already left port, the wind lightly blowing the cold air around like a whip. The guard enters another door that leads down, but not the one where Densil had been taken... He stops after a few paces and nods to a door, "Here."

[CrimsonMoon]

Rori moves into through the door, glancing at the man... He felt sad that none of these men showed emotion... Maybe they had to... In order to stay.. Ok..

[Light]

He quickly turns away, an old woman waiting for him in the room. She was holding clothes for him to change into, her shaky limbs holding them out readily as if she had been in the same position for hours.

[CrimsonMoon]

He blinks at the old woman and walks to her, gently taking the clothes and whispering," th-thank you..." He felt close to tears, why...? Why did they make everyone their slaes..?

[Light]

She drops her arms and shakily bows her head, lowering herself to the floor. Her ankles were chained together to where she would be unable to leave the room...

[CrimsonMoon]

He puts te clothes down and crouches next to the old lady, he puts his arms around her and whispers,"... I'll set you all free, o-ok?" Tears began to fall as he buries his face intot he old woman's shoulder," I promise... I promise...

[Light]

Her shoulders slowly rise and fall, and weakly--just barely, she manages to lightly pat his back. She was unhealthily thin, and there was barely any skin on her bones.

[CrimsonMoon]

He hugs her tightly... This stranger who he cried for, the tralls below that he cried for... For everyone beneath the Lady's feet... He cries

[Light]

"You can beat her," she hesitantly whispers the treasonous words--words that could get her killed, "Someone who can cry for others, that's the only person that can."

[CrimsonMoon]

He clutches her rags and whispers back," I'll kill them... I'll save you all... I'll kill all of them..." He looks at the old woman and palms his eyes, his breathing irratic and fast

[Light]

"Be careful," she croaks, "Not everyone that bears the name Greyjoy is like the Lady..."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... If thats true.. Why aren't you free?" He whispers back