"You have something against civil war, Puresoulia's lady? Honestly, I think that man just said what would happen anyway... My Grandfather told me that power obtained without even a drop of blood isn't real power."
'Well said~'
Palladia concealed the grin that threatened to break on her lips. She refrained from stating her position as the Dragonheart and Tigrarian heirs took the stage, each stating their own opinions for all to hear. The Dragonheart's heir wasn't bad, but he had talked himself into a corner. As for the Tigrarian heir...? She was baffled. Where did he get the courage to make such bold claims when his own family had abandoned him?
He was so thorough in digging holes for himself, that Palladia suspected this was all an elaborate rouse designed to lower everyone's wariness of him. He would need to be watched for now. In any case, Palladia decided to take the stage once more.
"Foul Elven trickery? Pardon?"
She raised her voice, addressing the Tigrarian heir with incredulity.
"I'd tell you to speak for yourself and your house but...you've already admitted to their corruption. Bracia has always been a country that valued merit not race. Did you not notice how the ladies swooned when he walked in? Which part in that made you think anyone would be willing to drive a 'filthy elf' from our lands? The Tigrarans are unsuited to becoming the Royal family and you...your hatred is misguided. I dread the day when you command the Kingdom's armies."
She shook her head in disappointment but didn't comment any further. Instead, she shifted her attention to the Dragonheart Heir, fully intent on showing him the err in his words.
"Those are wise words...for a General. Of course, I have something against civil war! A ruler that would shed the blood of his subjects before his own is unworthy! Do you intend to pave your path to the throne with corpses and blood? Look around you. Look in the eye of each parent here and tell them you would kill their sons so that you could claim the throne."
She drew closer to the Dragonheart heir, who had clearly been groomed in the style of his ancient family. Her voice held like steel, unflinching, and unbending. However, as she neared Leo, her voice softened.
"To shed blood for the good of others is a glorious thing. If it were to drive invaders from out land or protect the people then, of course, we must take up arms. Your grand-father is wise. He has taught you an excellent way to wage war but a terrible way to rule. Though that is to be expected. The Dragonheart family is renown for producing great generals and it seems they've produced yet another one...You."
She extended her hand in greeting and offered her greetings.
"I'm Palladia-Secretia Amendöin Puresoulia, pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you not consider giving up the throne and instead, following the way of your family—warfare? I believe you'd make an excellent general and Bracia surely wants more excellent generals. The achievements you could make defending our borders far exceed any you could make on the throne. Won't you consider it?"
@Clite of Dragonbow @RisingGarchomps
'Well said~'
Palladia concealed the grin that threatened to break on her lips. She refrained from stating her position as the Dragonheart and Tigrarian heirs took the stage, each stating their own opinions for all to hear. The Dragonheart's heir wasn't bad, but he had talked himself into a corner. As for the Tigrarian heir...? She was baffled. Where did he get the courage to make such bold claims when his own family had abandoned him?
He was so thorough in digging holes for himself, that Palladia suspected this was all an elaborate rouse designed to lower everyone's wariness of him. He would need to be watched for now. In any case, Palladia decided to take the stage once more.
"Foul Elven trickery? Pardon?"
She raised her voice, addressing the Tigrarian heir with incredulity.
"I'd tell you to speak for yourself and your house but...you've already admitted to their corruption. Bracia has always been a country that valued merit not race. Did you not notice how the ladies swooned when he walked in? Which part in that made you think anyone would be willing to drive a 'filthy elf' from our lands? The Tigrarans are unsuited to becoming the Royal family and you...your hatred is misguided. I dread the day when you command the Kingdom's armies."
She shook her head in disappointment but didn't comment any further. Instead, she shifted her attention to the Dragonheart Heir, fully intent on showing him the err in his words.
"Those are wise words...for a General. Of course, I have something against civil war! A ruler that would shed the blood of his subjects before his own is unworthy! Do you intend to pave your path to the throne with corpses and blood? Look around you. Look in the eye of each parent here and tell them you would kill their sons so that you could claim the throne."
She drew closer to the Dragonheart heir, who had clearly been groomed in the style of his ancient family. Her voice held like steel, unflinching, and unbending. However, as she neared Leo, her voice softened.
"To shed blood for the good of others is a glorious thing. If it were to drive invaders from out land or protect the people then, of course, we must take up arms. Your grand-father is wise. He has taught you an excellent way to wage war but a terrible way to rule. Though that is to be expected. The Dragonheart family is renown for producing great generals and it seems they've produced yet another one...You."
She extended her hand in greeting and offered her greetings.
"I'm Palladia-Secretia Amendöin Puresoulia, pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you not consider giving up the throne and instead, following the way of your family—warfare? I believe you'd make an excellent general and Bracia surely wants more excellent generals. The achievements you could make defending our borders far exceed any you could make on the throne. Won't you consider it?"
@Clite of Dragonbow @RisingGarchomps