You Did What?! (Aodh + Kinny)

He gave a low laugh that clearly wasn't amused. "Funny. Because you're the idiot who had the brilliant idea of putting the crown on my head "just in case"..not me. So, yes, you did get me into this situation, little girl. And yes, you will stay. You forget, you made it out so that I'm the *King* now, and guess what that means? Oh wait. That's right. It means I have a hell of a lot more power than you do. So you get to stay your happy ass in the castle, under constant supervision and strict orders that you will never be allowed near a weapon again if need be. And not just under constant supervision, but under constant supervision of the best fighters and assassins that the western kingdom has to offer, so they won't be over powered by a little girl like you. In fact, if you really want to push your luck I'll make sure the Captain and Commander both act as your baby sitters. They might hate me for it, but it's nothing compared to what Risteard did to them," he said with a shrug. "Now you can either agree to sit and stay like a good little girl and make this easier for everyone involved, or I can have giant, sweaty, hairy, smelly men that would repulse even a blind man with no sense of smell in here in a matter of seconds to pin your ass against either the floor or the wall and put you in shackles," he growled. What she didn't know was that he was lying through his fucking teeth about the whole shackles thing. Imprisonment wasn't his thing; mostly because he knew what it was like and had vowed never to do it to someone else. He'd rather take their heads off and have it over with than imprison them.

He rubbed a hand over his face at her whining because it grated on his nerves and he seriously found himself wanting to strangle the piss out of her right now. "If you really think I would have ended up in shackles, then you don't know shit about bounty hunters, little girl," he responded. "You're supposed to help me come up with a way to get out of this. The commander and captain are clueless on how to get me out of this, and it's obvious that I'm going to have to do something that pisses them off. I don't do politics, and you don't know that I won't take your advice. No, I don't think you're just a little girl who has no idea about the big bad scary things that can happen in this world," he said with a snort. "I think you're a young lady whose seen entirely too much of the bullshit that happens in this world. You want to be an assassin or a bounty hunter? Fine. Stay here with me, I'll show you the things that you don't know that will save your life. You wanted something out of staying here, well here's your fucking offer," he cursed, but there was no anger behind his words anymore. He was too weary from all of this shit. He just wanted to run for the forest and disappear again. Fuck politics, fuck being king, fuck whoever they might send after him for killing Risteard O'Maoduin. Just fuck everything. Maybe he'd get lucky and they would send someone who could actually manage to kill him. Not that he'd go down without a fight, but that was off the point completely. He was so fucking sick of everything.

He shook his head at her comment. "Because it's not that simple. I may be a bounty hunter and a complete dumb ass but; miraculously, I do have some honor, and I can't leave the Western Kingdom to fall into civil war as everyone and their mother decides to fight for the right to the crown. This way at least it looks like there's a king, even if I'm not cut out for it, while we try to find a suitable replacement," he said on a sigh. He actually smiled at what she said about not killing for money and nodded. "Good. Then maybe you will be a little less haunted by this than those of us who do kill for money," he said simply with a shrug. "Still, you should at least learn the tricks of the trade that can save your ass. The things I can teach you aren't about making money as much as they are about keeping yourself safe; so you don't end up with a sword in your abdomen, your body dumped in the forest, and left for dead by someone who couldn't care less if you spend hours bleeding out in an extremely slow and painful death."

He shook his head. "I didn't kill the king, though," he said with a sigh. "I know that's technically how it's supposed to be, but I can't do this king thing. It's not who I am. It's damn sure not something that I've ever wanted. I wanted Risteard dead, but," he shook his head. It was then that her words sank in and he starred at her. "What do you mean now that he doesn't have any offspring? Tell me you didn't murder Cliona," he said with shock evident in his tone. "Clio wasn't brilliant, surely, but she suffered as much at the hands of her father as many of the Western people did," he said and cringed as he rubbed the top of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. When she said what she did about having been at this for years he nodded. "As have I. But there are things that I can teach you that learning the trade yourself wouldn't," he assured her. "I spent a few years traveling with a woman who was a forest dwelling herbalist. She would travel into town once in a while and trade her knowledge and skills for supplies that couldn't be gathered from the forest. And living in the forest taught me as much as she did," he admitted with as shrug. "Look; while I'm the temporary king I can cover your ass, but I can also teach you better ways to cover it than just throwing a crown on someone's head. Even if you happen to get caught," he said with a sigh as he rubbed a hand over his face. "And no, you don't always have to kill witnesses."

He rubbed a hand over his face and held his hands up in surrender when she said what she did about Cliona. "Alright," was all he said. He couldn't think of anything else. When she asked if he would really cover her ass he lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "I don't see why not," he said with a light chuckle. "You're a good young woman," he shrugged again. "And I fully support the concept behind what you're doing. I just don't think it would be overly smart to go public with it. There are those out there who wouldn't approve and might try to have you killed off in their own ways," he warned. "You'll probably still run into that problem once in a while even without it being public knowledge, but it will be a hell of a lot less often," he admitted. When she said what she did about killing a witness he would not. "That might be so, but you need to learn what to do in those situations. There's a first time for everything, apparently, and today was damn sure my first time ever getting caught," he said with a shake of his head. Damn.

He shook his head at her "I'm not stupid" comment. "Never said you were, kid. Gods you need to learn how to listen," he mumbled the last part. He had nothing to say in response to what she said about letting them try, so he remained silent until she spoke again and he rolled his eyes. "I'm not interested in being called "majesty" or having people bow down to me and kiss some god awful ring. Ugh. That; I'm definitely not wearing," he said as he shuddered. "Besides; I'm going to find someone suitable to place on the throne, even if it takes me a while. Like I said. I don't do politics," he shrugged. He glanced around the private audience chamber and made a face. "Gods this place is awful," he said and shuddered again. "I thought Chastershire was bad. This makes that place look like a freaking sanctuary," he mumbled with a shake of his head. There was no way he could stay in this place for any real length of time. Which reminded him that he was fucking exhausted from the day's events and his stomach was pretty much completely empty at this point in time. Ugh. He rubbed a hand over his face and glanced back to Ciannait. "You hungry?"