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King Ernst tented his fingers and placed them against his lips, he waited until all were quiet before speaking. Running a hand through his beard, he motioned for the Wolastran to retake the floor. Staring into the man's eyes with a quizzical expression seen on his face. Ernst tilted his head and massaged the side of his neck, letting out a small groan.

"A rebellion will not go well, for either of us, I will not send my army on some fool's errand to attack the same rivals who nearly wiped us off the face of the world. You may rebel, but I will not send a man, I will not send a ship, I will not send a coin." He firmly stated, tightly grasping the arm-rests of his throne.

"We will wait thousands of years if need be, I won't lose again, understand that." He said with a wave of his hand, suggesting they should go back to kneeling.

"May the fair lady step forwards again?" He stated in a monotone. When she did, he shifted in his seat.

"Airgillane eh? How wonderful, I'm sure the queen is regretting that she sent you to speak to us 'savages'." He joked darkly.

"I'm willing to make such a deal, if it is agreed that my learned son Alois' firstborn only ascends to your throne, if there is only one child born of the union, then my son will be disinherited until he can produce any further offspring. If this arrangement does not agree with you, I'd be willing to search out my firstborn Reinhardt and force him into such a marriage, though he is quite hard to control." With a quizzical tilt of his head, Ernst eagerly awaited the woman's response.

Behind the king, his elder half-brother Oliver was an imposing presence, taller than any others in the room and in full plate armor, he strode across the court and asked the Wolastran to leave, a hand on his scimitar as he spoke.