The Palace of Jewelstine; Late Evening, or rather, Early Morning.
"Lower your spears men, these are our guests now." Daniaris's voice continued in it's creamy tone, waving his gauntleted hands towards the sultan, and his men pointing their spears at the three. The men hesitantly complied, eyes dancing about the palace hall, as if more of the dark skins might peel themselves from the shadows in an attempt to save their leader."Now." Daniaris clapped his hands together behind his back, a brilliant smile shining as if it were a part of his gleaming armor. "As I am sure you are aware, your city has been conquered in the name of King Zarr Titus Elderon, the lofty lord of the Seven providence's, and my father. All wealth, lands, and titles are relinquished from your highness's hands."
Daniaris paused, studying the Sultan's face, his eyes, twinkling blue eyes, as cold as the dark seas, and just as blue. His condescending smile never leaving his chiseled features, he was handsome and far from modest about it. "I am to assume that much of your house." He gestured a hand in the direction of the row of dead women, clad in traditional clothes of mourning. "Have past on from this world?" A silky black brow rose ever so slightly, his nose crinkling ever so slightly with his eyes resting on the dead wives. His face quickly recovered to it's original, gleaming, winning, superior smile once he turned his eyes back to the woman. He hadn't intended that, but every man had his weaknesses. Daniaris quickly recovered eyes falling on the sultan, and the little frail boy clutching his fathers leg.
"Furthermore, you, and your house are to have an audience with the merciful High king of Venn, as to discuss various issues, including your use within the kingdom. I should think it wise not to cause the king to wait longer then his must. He is far from a paitent man, and the many years spent sieging your city have left him with little left. We will continue your city, then take our leave. Setting sail for the city of Örjóta. I am lead to believe you have two days, I would strongly suggest running is out of the question, and to ensure your safety your house will have constant supervision by my men."
The prince continued to gleam, ever inch of him gleaming, sparkling, flashing, he was a pompous pup that had grown up endowed with natural talent, looks, and skill. There was little he didn't have, and little else that he wanted, he would return to his people an even greater celebrity than before. The people would love him, the women would love him. His name would be sung in taverns, and unlike his father, the general public almost liked him. Or at least his public imagine.