"ENOUGH!"
The word bellows throughout the hall, seeming much louder then a mere child could ever produce. All heads turn towards the young emperor whose face seems red and his eyes dancing around the room, taking each face in.
"It is preposterous that I even need to say this, but it seems that the children here are more mature then the lot of you!" He rubs his temple and takes a quick glance at his uncle who seems to be simply observing the situation. The boy turns his head back to the group. "My father kept this Empire running and saw it blooming like it never did before. I do not tend on plunging it into civil war in my first week, because my advisers were arrogant enough to slice each others heads off!" The emperor let's out a shivered sigh and closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again the anger seems to have receded.
"De Warenne, I appreciate your input, but the Bey was smart enough to follow my command and has thus showed his intentions. I understand your hatred for the Khargats run deep with you, as well as with my uncle, " He motions to his left, his uncle simply nodding in agreement. "But they belong to the Empire, just like Dieuporteille. My father integrated them, just like his forefathers did with Dieuporteille. Hating them is one thing, and I'll give you plenty of space to object to any things they bring during a council meeting, but I'll not allow basic threats of murder in this palace! Even if he were to spit in my face, you would not interrupt me and proclaim his life forfeit!" His eyes shift from Bastien to Chugo and they narrow.
"As for you, Chugo Bey, we are well aware what the Khargats have brought to the Empire, but do not forget the importance of other provinces just because your own part seems so great. Unity is what makes Emperiat great. Were it not those horseman of Dieuporteille that allowed us to finally defeat you after all? Best keep that in mind before speaking about the weakness of some of the provinces. Anyway, you see the effect your presence has on the court, and it seems a normal introduction between monarch and subject is too much to ask. So I ask you to take your gifts and your... servants and leave the throne room. At a later time, when my other advisers have found their designated rooms, we can redo this in a proper way without my other subjects threatening your life," He casts a neutral glance at Bastien before returning his gaze to Chugo. "and then I'll accept your gifts in the customary way as is tradition with your people. A hastily accepted thank you would not be enough."
Closing his eyes once more he allows silence to settle in for a moment. He turns his head to the three remaining advisers. When he opens his eyes again they look tired, really, really tired. "Welcome, lady Layna Marie Farwynd, to the pounding heart of our empire. As for you Hosarusson, do not mind your boy. He and I seem to be the only ones who..." His voice stalls for a moment before swallowing loudly. "Never mind. We still have two more guests to receive. I ask you to not kill each other in the mean time over petty rivalries or border disputes."
The boys leans back in the large throne and he seems to fall unconscious for a moment before his uncle gives him a quick tap on his shoulders. His eyes shoot open and remain staring at the large doors of the throne room, awaiting the next 'adviser'.
During this entire ordeal, Rurik simply let his eyes glide over the group and his gaze locks for a mere moment with that of Bastien de Werenne before moving on. But that one gaze, that split second said more then enough.
'You're right.'
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