Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tornate Proper, The Southern Isles

Lord Phillipe arrives at Tornate Proper, and leaves his ship, paying a Pirate 50 gold coins for its safety. He then takes his escort of guards towards the Maith Mansion, while getting some weird looks from the commoners, certainly unused to lords being in tornate. After making his way through the crowds Phillipe Entered the Maith Mansion and requested an Audience with the Pirate King

What's with the long wait

Like literally half an hour
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper

"Yeah..." He muttered, "And just little to tha left vhere..." He narrowed his eyes, watching as the elaborate oil painting of Tonate Proper was placed above his library fireplace. Two sets of ladders had been set up on either side of the hearth, the massive frame hoisted up with ropes. The scene was beautifully done, matching the view from his own bedroom window at sunset. He clapped his hands together the moment the ropes were removed and the painting was set firm on it's hinges, smiling wide. "Not bad, boys! Not bad at all!" 

Bradai Maith had been enjoying a rarely found day off. He had assumed that it was a clerical error, but his secretary had assured him that the sparse amount of letters and ledgers for him to review was entirely by providence. Whether or not that was true, the Pirate King had decided not look to a gift horse in the mouth. 

"A drink to commemorate a fine piece of artwork?" Dimitri Novikov sidled up to the Pirate King, who wordlessly supplicated an upturned hand to receive the glass of dark rum and brought the glass to his lips. The head advisor pointed to the man in the corner, leaning over the balcony to admire the ocean shore. "Is that..." He squinted, "Is that _you_ in that painting, Bradai? Looking forlorn out into the distance?" He lifted the back of his hand to his mouth, stifling a laugh. "I have never _once_ seen you stare longingly out into the sea."

The Pirate King hadn't been listening. "Isn't art incredible, Dimitri? Just..." He moved to speak, but could hardly vocalize his pleasure. "Absolutely incredible." He had found his way to his large leather chair, just in time for the door to be opened a crack and for a sparely armored squire to be pushed into the room. With spear taken at the door, he quickly ran before the Pirate King, taking a knee before him.

"Y-your Grace I... I 'ate to bovher you on yer day off but uh..." The boy was breaking a sweat, clearly out of breath. "On 'e'alf of Ser Williams uff tha Tonate Proper city watch, vhere is a Terresolian Lord out on tha street. 'e... 'e was..." He bent over further, placing a hand on his bent knee to huff out the rest of the news. 

"What's wiff tha long wait, boy?" The Pirate King hadn't been expecting anyone today. 

The boy winced, unsure as to how to relay the rest of the news. " 'e murdered two or fhree men on tha way 'ere. One-uh dem a notable blacksmiff what was assigned to make tha riding gear for the most recent regiment uff riders. 'e's on 'is way to tha castle and 'e uh..."

"...Yes?" The Pirate King pursed his lips into a foul sneer. 

" 'e said 'e wants an audience wiff you." 

The Pirate King crushed the glass in his palm, sending shards of glass and rum into his lap.

The Pirate King, with hand freshly bandaged, found his way into his throne room. Resting uncomfortably in his skull laden throne, he called for Phillipe de Capet to be let in. 

The King's audience broke out into mad jeering, doing all short of throwing rotten tomatoes at the Lord's entrance.
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tornate Proper, the Southern Isles

With a flick of his hand his guards show their swords, making the crowd quiet down. He then goes towards the Pirate King, and entering his room with 2 bodyguards. Seeing Bradai Maith very annoyed, on the verge of having a fit, he starts talking "Oh, is this all about that Blacksmith? Because if so I will send you a set of Riding gear for free of better quality if it will make you happy"
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper

Stunned. 

"I—" He squinted, leaning forwards to get a better look at the Terresolian. "Who _are_ you?"
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tornate Proper, the Southern Isles

"I am Lord Phillipe de Capet, the rightful ruler of Stafili, and I have come to negotiate a trade deal between our realms"
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, ***TONATE*** Proper

"Yeah... Yeah, you fucking are, aren't you?" He inhaled deeply, lips curled over his teeth in thinly veiled anger. From atop the raised platform, he looked down at the Lordsblood. "And you've come to my _fucking_ court, wiffout taking a _fucking_ knee, wiffout addressing me by my _fucking_ title, fhreatening my _fucking_ court wiff your _fucking_ men, murdering my _fucking_ people in my _fucking_ streets and..." He raised his hands, exasperated, "And offer me a _fucking_ SADDLE AS RECOMPENSE?!" 

He stood from his throne and spit on the ground. "And where tha _FUCK_ is Stafili anyways?!" He pointed to the glob of spit next to his booted foot. "Vhis fucking spit is 'igher vhen you right now. I spit fings more powerful vhan you. So yeah—" Bradai angrily began to pace, summoning up fifteen guards from their positions on the walls. "Yeah, actually. I do fink vhis is tha beginning uff a beautiful _fucking_ partnership. Would you like to be escorted to my fucking office?"
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

**"What would you like then** ***Your Grace*** **One thousand pounds of fucking gold? An Army to keep your fucking people in order? Some fucking manners? What would you like then?** Phillipe Roars in front of the Pirate King.

Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

Phillipe Leaves the room at the guidance of one of his soldiers when the guards put their hands on their weapons and goes for his boat
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper

Quickly, the exits to the Maith Mansion were closed and men were sent out to retrieve the confused lord from the estate. At the King's request, all Terresolian boats were to be docked at the harbor until further notice, and when the boat belonging to Lord de Capet was found, for it to be promptly recommissioned as a transport vessel. 

The Pirate King had hardly moved from his throne and awaited the arrival, alive or dead, of the Lord before him.
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

Phillipe goes back in front of the king, hand on his sword for the possibility of an attack

Lanfrey Slamini
Tonate Proper, The Southern Isles

He was shopping for some spices to sell at Limani when he saw one of the guards that had stayed outside rush over to him, saying that the Lord was imprisoned. He rushed over to the port and saw that the boats were being taken and so took a right and payed a nearby pirate 200 gold coins, all he had on him, to take him to Limani as soon as possible. He left for Limani right there, and arrived shortly
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, The Southern Isles

Bradai watched as the doors swung open, and Phillipe was escorted back into the throne room, this time surrounded by a regiment of twenty or so armed Maith guards. This time, however, everyone was silent. In place of the booing and jeering was the impatient tapping of Bradai Maith's fingers on the arm of his throne. 

"Welcome back, Phillipe of Stafili."
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

"What will you do to me" Phillipe Asks
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, The Southern Isles

"One million years..." Dimitri Novikov leaned over to whisper in Bradai's ear, "One _million_ years dungeon." 

The Pirate King bat him away and cleared his throat, producing a list of crimes. He perched a small pair of reading glasses on his nose and read his crimes thusly: 

"Fhree men, indiscriminately killed, fhreatening a King, trying to escape justice and uh..." Penned something down at the bottom of the list, "Lollygagging." 

"What do _you_ fink a suitable crime for someone like vhat would be?"
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

"What exactly is 'lollygagging'?" Phillipe Asks, and then Responds "I would probably sell the criminal for a big fat ransom, seeing as I am a lord"

"And banish him from my lands forever"
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, The Southern Isles

"Dawdling? Loitering? Dallying?" The Pirate could list off synonyms all day. "I don't sell people, Phillipe. And what ruler would want to buy you? I 'ardly imagine you 'ave a taste for tha Shitblood Queen Charity Lane?"
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

"My treasury is bigger than the Royal Treasury, and of course, my treasurer left long ago, sending for my Navy. If you do not accept my proposal soon, you migt find yourself on the run again"
Rhonda
The Pirate King
The Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper

"I'm sure it is, yes. Which is why _you_ control Terresol, and not the Queen and her army and navy. _Your_ navy, I'm sure, is superior. Probably better vhan mine. And on tha run again? I 'ave ruled vhis Kingdom for nearly fifteen years, I 'ave not run in a very long time. Spend your entirely treasury, my city can withstand blockade from a few paltry ships."

A rotten tomato was thrown from the crowd, splattering hard onto the side of the Lord's head.
Kathryn
Lord Phillipe
Tonate Proper, the southern isles

"The Queen stands as the ruler of Terresol on a rope, and she probably doesn't even want to rule it. My Navy will arrive sooner or later, and you will have to make a hard choice. If you chop my head, be ready to find yourself at war against terresol, as, even if that shitblood doesnt like me, she cannot ignore the fact that a pirate has beheaded one of her Vassals. If you turn me in, you will be left alone, and of you fight, even of you win the engagement you will be at war against Terresol, as a war of mine is a war of the Queen as well. Now what will it be?"
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper

"Kill you?" The Pirate King shook his head, "Did you really fink I was going to kill you, Phillipe?" The court began to laugh, and the sound of feet stomping in unison began to break out. They were asking for a sentencing. "Vhere are two options in price for murdering a man in my city. You may provide me wiff a ship, or you may be branded on your back. You 'ave killed fhree men, so you can make fhree decisions. Ships or brands, milord?"
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

"I have 2 ships in the city, and they have already been confiscated by you, so that takes 2 murders away. The last one, I could send for one of my ships to be delivered here, or if you want to, you csn brand me. Believe me, I have gone through worse in the past."
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, the Southern Isles

Bradai was silently amazed that Phillipe hadn't more strongly opted to simply wait for another ship to come into harbor. "Yeah, uh... I do. I do actually want to brand you. Pretty badly, as it were." He turned to Dimitri Novikov and shrugged as the a branding iron was brought into the room and quickly deposited in a lit brazier. 

An awkward silence hung over the room. "I will be honest wiff you..." He placed his hands in his lap and began to fiddle his thumbs, "It will take a while for tha poker to 'eat up. We 'ave maybe uh... Five or so minutes." 

It wasn't the _worst_ day off he'd ever had.
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

"I am preety sure that you are amazed at my willingness to be branded, aren't you?" He then turns around and shows his back which is full of cuts and whip marks "My late father, god bless him, always thought that I could only rule if I had experienced pain firsthand. I do not know why, but what happened was that I was subject to pain at a young age, and now I can barely feel it. I do have one question... What is written on that branding iron?"
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper

"Well, even if you _are_ pain resistant, you're not going to want to sit down for a few weeks. You're going to be sore, and until vhat fing scabs over. I wouldn't want you getting blood on your nice chairs, aye?" He watched as the poker was pulled from the flames, metal white hot and crackling. "Nuffink is written on it. It's simply my sigil, tha Poppy flower. If you'll just drop your pants, we'll 'ave some men 'old you down, and you can be on your way."
Kathryn
Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

Phillipe Complies, lowering down his pants and showing a strong bruised upper thigh. He was held down by 3 men and the iron was blasted on his skin. To their amazement he didn't budge, and his tough skin took all of the impact, not penetrating and therefore not bleeding. He goes in again but the same result happens. By that time the metal was not hot enough, so he simply released himself, put his pants back up, and left the mansion.

Phillipe de Capet
Tonate Proper, the Southern Isles

After leaving the Mansion, he was stopped by many people, trying to see if he had escaped, but after showing them his branded thigh, they just normally go away and he arrives at the port. He pays a merchant to transport him back to Limani, and makes sure to never return here again, going next to a place where people are civilised
Rhonda
The Pirate King Bradai Maith
The Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper

The Pirate King didn't wince as Phillipe de Capet was branded on the ass, the smell of burnt skin and sizzling fat hung heavy in the air. His screams quickly subsided as the crowd cheered the branding. The Pirate King clapped, signaling for the brand to be lifted. 

" 'e took it like a fuckin champ." Bradai shrugged, watching as the Lordsblood faded in and out of consciousness, and was just about to send him away when Phillipe began to cry for another round. He didn't look like he was in control of his own body. He rubbed his beard, "Tha poor man is delusional. 'e seems to 'ave absolutely no grasp on reality whatsoever." 

The Lord of Starfili had proclaimed that his skin was made of tougher stuff, and that the brand hadn't pierced his iron hind. That would have been impossible as because he was human, and humans were famously known for having skin. Faced with the decision to show mercy, or act cruelly Bradai Maith decided to default to the trusty blood caste to make his next choice. Was he a Mainlander? Yes. Was he a Shitblood? No. Was he asking for it? Oh yeah. 

"One more round, vhen." Another poker was taken from the fire pit and placed on the opposite cheek. This one knocked him out cold. "A fuckin' legend." The Pirate King smiled. 

In the end, Phillipe had to be hoisted over the shoulder of one of his men, pants hung around his ankles. With both of his ships now impounded by the Southern Isles government, he figured that a known killer would have a tough time getting home. Somehow, though, Bradai Maith knew that Lord de Capet would manage.