Private Tales Fraternal Diplomacy

[Kaveh]

"It will be Thanasis' flame that claims him." He did not care which Dragon did it, but there would be no mercy this time. Nasri would not be allowed to spin this story or change the tale of what happened here.

The citizens of Yurelia supported them, that much was clear, but the Nobility might not. Rumors would circle and fly, stories would be told, but Kaveh would be the final arbiter of what was said here.

Without hesitation the two royals of Thanasis flowed by a group of guards. One of the Captain's attempted to stand forward and stop them, but Orissa's Gilded Wings carefully stepped between. Hands flashing to swords as the Prince forced their way into the Throne Room.

Already the Vizier stood, his words quietly flowing into the ears of the King. "Your Majes-"

The King began to speak, but in his own hall Kaveh interrupted.

"Your Highness." Some respect was still due. They were in a foreign land, but they were not strangers. "I am sure that you have heard the news."

Eyes flickered towards the Vizier. "I call upon you to enact the justice of your City, of your laws."

His voice was cold steel.

"Turn him over to me." Kaveh did not deign to mention the serpent by name. "As well as his conspirators."

The Vizier visibly paled. "His crimes will not be forgiven."

 

[Orissa]

Power came through different paths, and Orissa felt that this power that came from fear was the most intoxicating feeling she ever felt. Rage and anger were ice that burned, but fear was rare when it came to answering crimes before the Prince and Princess of Thanasis.
Orissa was well loved at home, by the people, even those that wanted nothing to do with the royal family, it was hard not to see the dedication she had to her city. It seemed it spread here to Yurelia, garnering the favour and sympathy of the people. Those that had their power challenged by Kaveh demanding justice to be served did not fall to them so easily.
"I must apologise for my subject's actions bringing hardship upon your family, Prince Kaveh..." It was clear the King was choosing his words. No queen or his children were present, holding court alone. "And to you, Princess Orissa. This is a delicate matter, as I am sure you both kno—"
"Where is he?" Orissa interrupted. The room stilled, shocked and intrigued that the Princess would interrupt the King.
The King looked to her for the first time since she entered the room, frowning at her. "I beg your pardon?"
She returned the frown. "If this delicate matter was in favour of what happened to me, then he should be present to answer for his crimes. Where is he?"
The Vizier turned to the King, hesitating. "We are not finished with our investigations, sire."
Orissa borrowed her brother's rage, taking a step forward. "Investigation?"
The Vizier looked to her, feigning his cool exterior. "We are collecting evidence—"

Orissa chortled, but it was not in good faith of the Vizier. "Then I pity the King of Yurelia for his advisor is making him out to be a fool."