Iris shifted a bit on the bench, her mind shifting words around to properly fit everything she wished to convey in simple easy terms. Unlike his father, Olosse preferred not to mince words nor spar verbally. It was still a trait she was trying to get used to, speaking plainly even in the past had been difficult with her… training. But at last she settled on the words she knew would get through to him, sighing softly as she leaned forward slightly. 

“My liege, this… this seems like a trap. I believe in my ability to protect you wholeheartedly, but I am one individual in an unknown location. We have no allies until this treaty is signed, and frankly… I do not trust Arel. I have nothing concrete, just a feeling in the pit of my stomach that weighs heavy. This is our first diplomatic mission since your fathers passing, and this mission was set up by the man whom I deem untrustworthy. We are up against dangerous individuals, the likes of which wish to see the blood of the crown destroyed. There are many unknowns… I do not feel easy about the journey ahead of us.” 

Iris’ gloved hand ran across the length of the mask, her nose sucking in a deep breath as she tried to center herself. This wasn’t like her, she didn’t get spooked like this… Something wasn’t right, about any of this. For starters, why would Arel be sending Olosse to a kingdom potentially on the verge of war? If everything was true, why not send him to a different kingdom to ally themselves with? The Vadrudorian Horde was strong, massively so, but so was the army of her kin- no… perhaps it was for the best they were not going to Teraploise. Whispers from the shadows was her father was looking for her still… to be sold off once again she was sure. She refused… she would rather die by Olosse’s hand before she abandoned him. 

“If something happens to me, my liege, please get yourself back to Ishmelda. No matter what, you must ensure you return safely back to the people. My life matters not when compared to the weight of your own. I will do my best to ensure neither of us comes to harm but if the inevitable happens… whatever it takes, even if you must go into hiding… You must survive my liege. You must promise me this.”