How dared she try to ridicule him in front of his bestest friend. That good for nothing barbaric oaf of a woman.
He was fuming! But in his typical noble fashion, he carefully held back his outrage. For to lose ones temper was not very refined. Especially because of a barbarian, they just didn't understand any better.
"Rejection? You unsavor- What now? Eh?" The always refined and graceful nobleman looked away from Daphne and to Valthyr. Didn't this man know that it was rude to speak unless spoken to? He wanted him to pay respect to that despicable half-ape? What was he? Drunk? No. Worse. He was one of the barbarians. He recognized the affront that was their dialect. And he was old and big like all oafs were! Fricking old and ugly! But despite his obvious flaws, he had offered to be a mount. Unlike the younger brutish creature which he called Daphne.
The ever ready to seize an opportunity, the chosen of Aelios, the friend of the crown prince, the marquess was about to accept the offer when his friend had stopped him. His friend had intervened? How? Was the sight of him atop a peasant and lowlife barbarian such a disgrace compared to a horse? The more Ayel thought about it. He was right. His best friend had actually had one of his momentary surges of geniusness. It wasn't worth to sully his attire by coming into contact with these unclean mongrels. Why was he even in a hurry? If the no doubt disgusting princess of the inferior kingdom was missing and hopefully dead. Then why did he have to hurry? The longer the search took, the more likely his friend would be freed from the massive ball and chain. Then they could get underway to purge the world of those disgusting afflicted peasants and then liberate the northern territories for the rightious kingdom of Aurelia.
Ayel felt a surge of energy again, even though he was already panting after the distance he had travelled on foot. His legs were not made for hasty decisions. That was how injuries happened.
"Your... highness, like the.. overgrown... lumbering... thing here said. We are dealing... with a blightborn! I kept telling... people their ilk couldn't... be trusted, but no no no, no one would listen. Of course I am not... putting you in that bunch your highness, but many of these ill-informed barn-born people thought they could befriend them. Now look what's happened!" Ayel cried out and put his hand on his forehead as if he were to faint.
Then as they arrived to the scene Ayel lamented after awhile after hearing the barbarian he had seen earlier. The one he had already made his mind up about. The witch. But then his bestest friend had chosen another label for her.
Priestess.
PRIESTESS?
He knew it! She was one of those ice witch-worshipping moose-riding bone-peddlers! Ayel realized in that moment that, by all that bears Aelios holy light, the despicable woman was trying to deceive his best friend. She had been in the company of that raisin-faced beard-clad monstrousity before. She was buying time for her accomplice. They were all in league with each other. That had to be it. The wrinkly silver-bearded villain was no doubt looking for the barbarian princess.
There had also been a younger man present. The one which had told him what had happened. Perhaps he had not been part of it? The nobleman nodded to himself. He knew these things. That man was just some passersby.
Still. This was an ample opportunity to get rid of all enemies in one go. Put the witchwoman, the raisin-face and whomever made this mess could be brought and hanged in the town center and then they could burn the remains of the barbaric princess and whomever was with her on a pyre. All things good.
This was not an act of evil, it was an act of good. They were after all little more than animals, after all why would the books he had read lie? They were written by prominent aurelian historians whose family trees were almost as glorious as his own. They had to be trusted. Aurelians were just a different race alltogether. Smarter, stronger and more graceful. But those jealous barbarians were always banding together, like bandits and brigands and launching attacks on their betters. It made him sick.
If he wouldn't try to help the crown prince to get rid of them, then who would? It must be what Aelios wanted! The dumb blizzard had been an obvious attack by Seluna against him. But it will take more than some silly storm to stop him. Besides. His pillows in the carriage were of the best quality. Seluna likely didn't have as thick and well made pillows as he did.
'Jealous bitch!' He mentally thought as he snapped back to the scene before him.
"Your highness, I cannot remain quiet any longer-" Ayel took a few breaths as he felt a pain in his belly. Damn. He was not made for running. That was for messengers.
"Your highness… this woman is trying to deceive you! Listen to her, she shakes on her every word! A stutter! And we all know that is what liars do! Remember old Lord Jangharn in the capitol? He stuttered and he was found to be giving coin to the poor! Illegal charity is a serious crime. But this is murd- Well he looks to be Lunarian so I suppose it's more like slaughter.. but no matter! We should apprehend her and throw her into the holding quarters for safety! She could be one of those pestilence-ridden things conniving in secret! If it looks like a witch, it must be one! Your highness, I shall personally lead her to the holding quarters at your command!" Ayel stepped up right next to his bestest friend, to give him the best possible support possible. After all. That was what friends were for.