"Straighten. Your. Posture."

Yao's eye could have been violently twitching from the stress surged from his child, the one in the crimson duangua tied by a golden sash, a sleeveless version of the shirt, of course. Why couldn't that boy wear proper, fitting attire, especially on a day like today. Slowly, the boy relented, and saw to it that his back slid up the eloquence of his throne until it pressed firmly against the padded cushions. Was the old man happy now? Here was Jin-Wei, sitting all prim and proper, as a Prince should, but his elder still appeared scorned. No changes there, then.

An announcement?

Well, that saw both golds and jade depths rise-- and almost comically squint when the light blessed the room with luminance, proof of their sensitive and likely well developed optics. "Prince of the Fae..." Yao whispered silently to his own ears, curiosity of this new-comer seemed to alert his mind and body, which without his consent seemed to have arrived at the edge of his cushioned throne. Jin-Wei seemed less enthusiastic-- likely because he was sure to get the worst end of this deal. This, all of this, was trouble for himself. Grandeur opening aside, both Prince and Emperor seemed bemused the moment their shadow of a guest came into full-view. 

Was... that truly a Prince of Fae?

Yao's mouth was momentarily ajar. If he hadn't known better, one could have assumed the guards had thrown in a particularly handsome peasant and called it a day. On the suddenly rare chance that this male was indeed a Prince, the Elder Dragon decided to bite his tongue-- too bad that his son didn't share the same mannerisms. "You look like a beggar. To think that I was scolded for my fashion choice, but you've certainly won the tackiest-royal award. You didn't even kow-tow." Mortifying! Emperor Yao leapt from his throne with a glare of vert-death sent his son's way. The more steps he took towards the Fae, the more grateful he was to be out of ear-shot of that little devil-spawn he called son.

"Pay that child no heed. He is an ignorant hatchling. Prince Amanti, I assume?" Atleast there was something of grace to their... eccentric guest. He'd be perfect to teach Jin-Wei social grace-- fashion sense, perhaps not so much. The jade orbs that the Emperor looked from seemed to scrutinize their new-comer, his face spoke volumes of his personality. A strict man. A tired father. A commanding emperor. "We have quarters prepared for you, by the lake-side view of the palace. I urge you not to travel there alone, Prince Amanti, the creatures that dwell in the water are unlike any you will find on land. Hopefully the view will quell your curiosity. We shall have a feast tonight, in your honour, but until then, my... son... will show you around the palace and to your room-- should you need anything, he'll attend to you."

...Hint hint, Jin-Wei. He barely seemed interested anymore-- bored of jesting this 'Prince' and his attire. Reptilian sunshine lulled over like a moody-teenager, and in all rights, he was one. Slip on shoes tapped against the floor whilst the Dragon Prince pulled his baggy, white and silken trousers up his waist a little more. Comfortable, but not all that practical. "Come on then. I thought I'd be stuck sitting in that chair, you took forever." That, or his royal bratness was impatient. Given by how he was bee-lining for the grand doors, likely the latter.