They were agreed in how to handle the<i>sitvati </i>and<i>avezana</i>, with Kazim making the final decision to go through with their plans everything was set. Yousef thought of how best to keep the<i>sitvati</i>occupied for the time being, looking to their wives to help in those matters by planning outings with her. Everything felt set and sorted, with all three of them satisfied with the plan, then the doors opened and in came the beautiful, yet strikingly furious<i>sitvati</i>, all dressed up and looking every bit the beauty of Khlurios they were so proud to call theirs. Gone were the months of travel, the tattered and filthy clothing, and once more she stood looking worthy of her title and name. She did not miss a beat however, not waiting a moment for any of them to recover from her arrival before she was furiously demanding the release of the Mes'Mo'Tanian prince.<br/><br/>With the prince out of sight, and their plans for him made, Kazim appeared a bit more calmer when dealing with the<i>sitvati's</i>single mindedness on the matter. He cut a frustrated tone, but continued to point out why what Navia was demanding could not be, his voice only flaring the more he had to think of what that prince had done to Khlurios and its people. It flared further with the<i>sitvati's</i>continued insistence on the matter. Kazim and Devam had been close, and it was clear for all to see losing such a friend was a kin to losing a member of his family, with Devam being married to the<i>sitvati</i>he was family. Marek could see this added further strain for Kazim, her actions were not respectful to her deceased husband, and if she continued on down this path, it would create great pain for Kazim, the country, and dishonour everything Devam had stood for.<br/><br/>Marek stayed out of that conversation for the time being however, it was up to the King to decide how to deal with the<i>sitvati</i>,it was only his role to advise him on the matter. The<i>sitvati</i>was turning her attention towards him however, suggesting he go speak to the<i>avezana</i>, just as he was already planning on doing. Perhaps appearing as though he was complying with her request would make it easier for Yousef and Kazim to talk to her, alleviating her mind so it would stop being so irrational, and she might come to listen to reason. First however, Marek felt the need to step in with how she had conducted herself. He was the elder of everyone in the room by a good twenty years, they were all still youthful and prone to outbursts. A reminder that they were royalty first, family second - maintaining the hierarchy was needed to make the best decisions for the country.<br/><br/>"<i>Our</i>King,<i>sitvati.</i>" Marek reminded her with the tone of a teacher scolding a pupil. "You've been away from Khlurios for months, but I trust you have not forgotten Kazim is your King too." He lifted himself from his chair, and squared his shoulders, keeping his back straight and proper. "I shall go speak with this<i>Avezana</i>myself however. I'm sure we all have questions for him we would like to hear answered." There was no need to tell her they had already planned to speak to him. "But understand<i>sitvati</i>there is no guarantee of his release no matter what this prince says. He has committed far too many atrocities against our people for anything to be simple around him."<br/><br/>He gave a brief look towards Kazim and Yousef, still not happy with her tone, and how she had spoken to the King. "In the mean time I suggest you reacquaint yourself with the proper etiquette when speaking with your King. You do not make demands. You may request, or ask his favour." It was just as well this was behind closed doors, having the<i>sitvati</i>show such disrespect to the king in defence of a Mes'MoTanian, would have had the nobles in the court talking for weeks, and would not have looked good for the royalty to appear so confrontational between each other. "And when speaking, you speak to him directly, not show such petulant disrespect - you are not a child,<i>sitvati,</i>such actions are beneath you." He straightened his shirt, tugging it down slightly to smooth out any creases that had formed while he sat. "Now,<i>sitvati, </i>Yousef, Kazim." He said giving each a small bow of his head in respect for each of them. "I shall take my leave, I do not wish to intrude upon family matters between the three of you." He took a step towards Navia before leaving however, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of her fingers. "Welcome home."<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The guards were not gentle with Théadan, he was roughly pushed in the direction to go, his arms held to keep from trying to escape, as if he had any plans too. He had been dragged from the throne room with just a last look at his lover trying desperately to stay with him. Navia would be safe, she was among family, and while they may have plenty of questions for her, unlike his family they would do nothing to harm her, and thanks to that bit of knowledge Théadan did not feel any fear as he was dragged through wooden doors, away from the well lit areas of the palaces, and down some dark narrow steps where only a few torches lit the way. He had to worry about what was to happen to him now, he was not well informed of Khluri ways, all he knew was Navia would be fighting for him every step of the way. How much weight did her word carry among her family and her people? He felt she would be the sort to be much loved by many, so would she be able to convince the King to listen and give him a chance to prove he meant every word of trying to make amends for his wrongs?<br/><br/>Théadan reached the final step, ending up in a room that was certainly not as well looked after, or beautifully styled as the rest of the palace. The guards that had dragged him down here pushed him to the wall where he was held until he heard the familiar clinking of metal. A pair of manacles were placed over his wrists, presumably to keep him from being able to fight back, or from making attempts to escape. With those secured and locked in place, a thick metal door was opened, and he was pushed inside with it slamming shut and locking behind him. The first thing Théadan had noticed about the room was the ray of sunlight coming in from  a small window with bars coming down across it. If he stood in the light, he could see the blue sky, so at the very least he had some pretty view to look at. The second thing he noticed was that with his every step there was a splash. The floor was covered in an inch of water, making  Théadan cock an eyebrow. That was not going to be comfortable to try and sleep in. "You appear to have a leak." Théadan called out to the guards through a thin horizontal slit in the door. "Can I at least have a mop?" He joked to try and make some fun of his situation, but he was duly ignored and left with little else to do than ponder how he arrived to this moment.