Larion, 1853
"PASS ME MY STAFF!" His Majesty yelled across the debate room demandingly
Not too far from the shore of Larion, His Royal Highness' ship had approached the docks just a second ago, merely a single speck near the horizon.
The grand flagship shaped its way into the harbour as the frail citizens congregated amongst the streets.
"Your staff, my Lord." passed a squire
The monarchy, baroque and elaborate, had seemed to be seated amongst the commoners, and people of lower titles.
They had gathered for a large discussion session.
The argument had been going on for days as they roamed across the seas until the time came for the leader of Larion to attain back the throne.
"It seems we've arrived at your homeland, Your Highness" addressed a Duke from the other side of the table.
"And yet, we're still going through war" The king stated as the servants escorted him down to the docks.
" King Tyrion, I believe your daughter's betrothal is yet to come up, I have many accomplished suitors that would be perfect for her, if that'd make u pleased?" A lord said wanting to create a chance for his son.
Tyrion, unlike the others, was sick of discussing,
choosing to simply ignore the man returning him with a sinister glare . He simply walked away, his posture flawless, as his cape softly swaying in the ocean breeze behind.
The Emperor's castle was far more modernised than the kingdoms. Water could flow freely through the pipes instead of having to fetch it from down below. This is what granted Tyrion his grand status. As were the newly built airships that roamed the skies faster than any carriage may of been.
However, his main Kingdom was mostly ruled over by Aerynnie Echo Adallina Elmyra Aristo , the emperor's wife. She was an unerring sovereign that stood in for the Emperor's days of absence.
It was a complicated time of year, a year of war. Marrying off the eldest of his heirs was the safest option to keeping his entitlement shielded from others.
Therefore a betrothal was soon to be hosted.