Spoiler: RR version
At the Throne
It was after Jesifer dressed up new attire and went out her chamber that Sai Mea accompanied her heading to the throne. Silent as both of them were walking.
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A woman in black appears, of course she is Maritis. After having a glimpse at her face, the queen remembers something. They consecutively stop. “Do you have a daughter?” Jesifer has asked to Maritis.
The woman in black appears to Jesifer's back as the knife she lies to Jesifer's neck. Also Sai Mea begs Maritis to stop. “Who are you?” Maritis has asked. “You’re not my queen.” Her words confuse to Sai Mea.
“I met someone some time ago. And no matter where I look, you’re a bit identical. Forgive me for being rude.”
Maritis hides her knife. Grasping her hair near her forehead while wiping the corner of her eye by a finger, she sobs, humming, confusing this Sai Mea more. “My highness, if I remember correctly, I’m single.”
“What!” Sai Mea has reacted.
"I apologize,” has begged by Jesifer, shaking her head. “But you should find a man. Our people are in brief of extinction, so it’s best if you have.”
“Don’t forget that I’m a dralk.”
The queen is silent. Leaving Sai Mea and Maritis, she continues to walk.
“Oh no, seriously, our majesty is easily affected,” Sai Mea has commented.
“She is single and yet not a Dralk.” —refraining from acting.
“What do you mean?”
“Oh this pervert, I thought you get it.” She follows her highness. “Delusional long nosed master of mine, we’re leaving you behind.”
“Jeez, always making fun of me.”
They’ve reached the throne and Jesifer orders some of her subordinates to pass a message to all of the higher-ups in needing their presence as witness concerning this appointed meeting of her and her guests.
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As she sits at the throne, below the stair, outside of the wide path, Sai Mea and Maritis have stood, alongside by the soldiers lining in uniform distance.
Some of the nobles' servants are welcoming their masters and mistresses. As the gathering starts to crowd; minimize noises of chit chat, ruckus, and greetings have never been missed in any occasion. Their queen requests one servant to fetch her guests and also some materials that they’ve needed to use for conversation.
All the audiences are standing outside the wide path whereas the door opposite from the throne opens. Altrass and his companions walk in and they continue despite of the heavy gaze of the crowd. One soldier, his hand he ups and he swings down persuaded the guests to stop a little distance from the middle.
The queen stands as she claps her hand thrice, noises disappear respecting for this incoming conversation. She walks down the stair and she receives two sheathed blades from a messenger who has obeyed the errand. Then she proceeds walking, having her undiverted attention.
A girl, a child alongside by her mother, is gesturing her face to her majesty while both of her hands are united. The hand of her parent is clinging on her neck restraining her for distracting this current event.
Tension all over the air, as Jesifer is approaching nearby center of the path. And she throws one blade to her opponent, she then stops.
“I didn’t expect that you’d withdraw your loyalty from my mother,” Jesifer has stated. “You even lead this revolution.”
Altrass who manages to catch the sword, smiles, grinning with sharp-eyed, nodding his head as he hovers his view to each of his companions who nod back. “Loyalty...” Altrass laughs and some of the crowd gulps, “revolution…” He laughs loudly. And afterwards he points his finger at Jesifer; he glares. “Your mother deceived me! All of you! Are you satisfy that each of our village will burn to ashes! That some tribes are wasted! You do know that our kind is slowly diminished! How many of our people survive! You’re heartless to not feel this tragic!” He points his finger at her— again and again —while he speaks these words, “You all know you are just afraid of this puppet! Her brother doesn’t even know about it! Are you still going to follow this b*llsh*t!”
The murmur of controversy, from the skeptic and confused, and from the opposing followers embody around, excluding some few. Maritis shakes her head, but Sai Mea has left the place after she has received a message in needed of an immediate action. Some of Altrass colleagues are leaning onto the walls, and just listening on their conversation.
The queen raises her hand as the other leans the tip of the sheathed sword to the carpet, this gains the attention of who glimpses at her. Throughout then the silent travels to each person.
Exhale... and she says, “Unsheathe your blade. Each time a person point a death blow can ask and receive an answer once every match, and up to thrice. If you lie, your companion shall suffer the consequences. After a person point the fourth killing blow our conversation shall end and the loser shall obey the winner.”
A ridiculous approach for the perspective of the wise, a horrible idea for the others, but a bias for someone’s thought, however a nice bargain for the rest of the audiences who are excited.
Altrass laughs. “What about you?”
“I’ll break one of my arms. Your choice.” —this makes someone, worried.
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Ride at provocation? It's bad
Don't let your heart drinks the anger
It will destroy yourself, your whole
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