kings are dying like flies

His pain-wracked stupor was interrupted by a female voice, casually threatening to remove body parts if he didn't move and show her that he was still alive. Seth's eyes blinked open in surprise, not only at being spoken to - because the sound of the gentle waves and his own preoccupation with deciding whether or not he was going to die had masked the sounds of her approach - but at being spoken to in such a manner. Not that he wasn't used to it, mind. He could not, in fact, remember a time when he had NOT been spoken to in a casually threatening, ridiculing manner.

Immediately though he closed them again against the sting of salt water and the pain that even that small motion caused. By all the gods fallen and ascended, he hurt.

"If you are going to threaten to remove my ears," he ground out, then paused for a gasped, pained breath, "you might at least have had the decency to bring a good wine with you."