"Galcolian troops," the messenger relayed the information with a rather interested tone. "With the princess."

Narishian sniffed idly and looked toward the window nearby, his hands behind his back. "... I didn't expect to see them back here, ever."

Myrissa waved one hand from her spot on the throne. One leg crossed elegantly over the other as she looked back at the messenger. "Let them make their way here. We'll see what they have to say. After all, as much of a stick in the mud as King Josef is, that king isn't an idiot. He knows full well that we are more than prepared to go to war--and win."

The queen lifted one hand up, resting her cheek in her nimble fingers. Her silvery eyes trailed the man as he dipped his head and left to return the message to the captains.

"Prince?" The older red-headed man prompted quietly, touching Nolian's shoulder lightly, "are you okay?"

The young man's faded blue eyes trailed over toward the window and then up toward Narishian's gaze. A small pit opened up in his stomach as he shook his head, tossing creamy blond hair.

"What's wrong?" Narishian knelt down in front of his smaller throne, keeping the young man's hands in his own.

"I..." he hesitated and shook his head, "I don't want to go back," Nolian finally whispered with a trembling tone. "I don't want to go back there, I don't want to see her--I know what they think of me."

"Oh, my boy, my prince," Narishian shook his head, standing up to gather him into his arms again, "you won't be alone. I'm sending Captain Cyrus with you, he's a Messenger--which means no matter how far away he is, he can always send me a message--and I'll hear it."

Nolian's arms slowly lifted up, embracing the man. "What about you?"

"I will be here," Narishian responded gently. "But we will visit on occasion to discuss... treaties and the legal side of things. You don't have to worry about that," one hand ran through his hair, "just be strong, be yourself and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Nolian's head lowered in a brief nod as he took his seat again as the guard mentioned that they were nearing the throne room.

Kayeni made sure not to show any of her feelings on her face. Here, the Faesian court would pounce on even the briefest weakness, especially after what happened last time. She couldn’t afford to make a single mistake - her father would most definitely not like it if she did.

She was escorted, alongside the captain of the guard that had accompanied her - really, she should learn their names before she forgot - into the Faesian throne room.

It looked practically the same as it had when she was shown into here a week or so ago. Red and black hung off everything, and the Queen still sat on her throne.

With one major difference. This time, Nolian was here, and sitting on what looked like a slightly hastily improvised chair next to them. Grand, red, black - but still looking a bit hasty. Kayeni swallowed every single thought that arose in her at the sight of Nolian, being treated like this. Oh no, this was most definitely not what she would have thought might have occurred because he ran away. Nolian accidentally freezing over in some inn, she might have guessed. But being treated like a royal in the Faesian court?

Now, that was something she didn’t expect.

“Your majesty,” Kayeni said, bowing slightly. Awaiting what the queen might say to her being here so soon after she left.

Myrissa tipped her head in return. One of her hands reaching over to set on the top of Nolian's throne--a silent signal that she was claiming the young man in front of the Galcolian envoy. That was her heir and she was letting them know exactly and without any words.

Narishian--in true Narishian fashion--stood at the other side of the thrones. He looked onward with no real emotion in his gaze--just emotionless. He seemed almost like a statue, aside from the fact that his blood red gaze swiveled around from side to side.

Myrissa tilted her head to the side, regarding the princess for a long moment before she finally spoke. "I assume that you remember well the details of my last decree concerning Galcolia and its occupants," her voice held no real emotion for most of her sentence. It wasn't until she tipped her head forward that it changed.

"I assume that, since you are here, you have come to rectify what was done wrong," Myrissa's voice lifted in the faintest hint of amusement and authority, "and accept my terms."

She stated the last bit--mostly out of a show of her own power. The problem with Myrissa wasn't the fact that she was slightly unhinged, it wasn't that she had gained the throne by her own force and strength--it was the fact that the knew exactly how powerful she was and used it against others.

Aside from Narishian--the only man and person who had gotten close enough to kill her. Not once, not twice--but five separate times. Instead, they formed an unlikely alliance and, now, of course, a blossoming romance.

The queen watched the young woman for a long silent minute as she stood straight up again and nodded stiffly. Though the queen remained rather still and unmoving herself as Kayeni relayed the information.

It was at least a minute or two--the woman let the princess stew in her emotions and discomfort--before her hand finally moved away from her cheek and toward Narishian.

"Your father," Narishian echoed dryly, "sent you here. I have no doubt that King Josef is a smart man, he knows fully that Galcolia is not fit to meet the standards of war that Faesia would bring."

He took in a deep breath and let it out for a moment or two.

"But I sense no sincerity behind your words yet," Narishian continued with a rather dry tone, "you are here because you were told to be here. Princess Kayeni Maddox, you are a crowned heir and unfortunately, I do not think you truly understand what that means."

Nolian's head whipped around to look at Narishian, his faded blue eyes wide with surprise. They were allowed to say that?! To her face?!

Myrissa dipped her head lightly. "I do agree," she said gently. "Kayeni, I had hoped to see you here because you had sent yourself to correct your own actions. To have your father sending you... means nothing. It means that you have no remorse and I'd go as far as to assume that if you had the chance, you wouldn't have ever come back. What does that say to your kingdom? Your country? What kind of person are you giving your people right now?"