Both the General and the Prince were also present that morning, and both looked up when Sasha began throwing her tantrum. General T'vor made a start, but Sephiroth held him back and approached the Princess.

He frowned. "So, the Angels send some diplomat to bargain with us for the shared use of our ships to take us from Genesis, to which we agreed, and now you cause us much trouble and attempt to disrupt our lives by arresting one of our citizens? You and your people are rather thankless, I believe." Clearly, he was a bit annoyed. He pointed at the workers around the room.
"You may be a princess, but you have no jurisdiction while [i]my[/i] men strive to make sure that [i]your[/i] royal skin gets transported safely. Not while you live under [i]my[/i] asylum. So with all due respect, your Majesty, [i]begone[/i], while my mood is yet fair."

The General came to stand beside his Lord, arms crossed, to stare at the Princess with a stony expression. "Shall I escort her out, my Lord?" He asked.

"No. She knows where the door is." He replied acidly, then turned and walked away, rolling up his sleeves. He approached Azurael and Damien. "I see you two are getting along quite well. My General wasn't too hard on you, I hope?" He inquired as he opened a storage unit to rummage around.

General T'vor continued to stare down the Princess.