The conqueror of seven Dungeons stalked across the plaza like a lion, Merhdad a pale ghost in his wake. “Here you are, Princess. Delivered as promised.”
Coming with a horde of people and their hoard of… whatever, is not what you promised! Kougyoku fumed. But silently. Face. Diplomatic manners. She’d asked, he’d declined to answer – if she pushed it now, she’d look like the one without power.
Handsome and better at court games? Not fair.
Tall and confident, Sinbad clapped her prisoner on the shoulder like one of Kouha’s commanders seeing off a new recruit. “So! Good luck.”
“Thanks.” The blond’s voice was dry as a steppe summer as Sinbad sauntered off toward the ambassadors. “I’m going to need it.”
You’re going to need more than luck! Stepping forward, just far enough away from her people to make it clear she was in charge, Kougyoku stood straight as Father would. “Merhdad the smuggler. You are charged with smuggling, piracy, and murder in Kou waters. The penalty is death!” Her hand lifted to her hairpin; not too fast, smooth, make it elegant. “Choose your weapon.”
“As you wish!” Smiling, Merhdad reached into his cloak-
Eh? What? He’s wearing his Metal Vessel, I can see it!
-And pulled out a scroll.
“First, we need to define terms!”