Navia answered with the words that had come to define their relationship, they would see the final steps of their journey through together, as they had been doing with everything else. She had one last request of the herald, asking him to announce her as Thakur, one that drew a raised eyebrow from the man and a silent questioning gaze. Navia was certain in her decision however, and as the guards opened the door, Théadan found himself walking hand in hand with Navia, into this grand hall with art lining many of its walls, the architecture all grandiose and impressive to the eyes, as well as wealth of golds and reds to make anyone with a lust for wealth blush at the thought of laying hands on it. The room had a warmth to it that was a departure to the throne room in Nygaard. Chandeliers hung above them from high above scattering the light reaching into the palace, and around them Théadan could see the gathered nobility. Navia had said her family would have been called to see greet her home, but it looked as though all nobles within the palace had gathered to see the return of their '<i>sitvati.</i>'<br/><br/>Behuut was announcing them to the nobility giving Théadan the chance to look ahead at the three men waiting for them near the throne. It was easy enough to guess who the King was, standing in the centre of the three festooned in rich colours, more gold and more red. Kazim still looked quite young for a King in Théadan's eyes. Picking out one of Navia's brothers was also easy enough, since he stood by Kazim as an advisor, it was easy enough to assume this to be Yousef, similar features with only some added masculinity behind them made it clear of their relation. The herald finished the introductions with the statement he was 'visiting' something Théadan caught, but did not feel the need to correct immediately, there would be time for that later. Right now Yousef was approaching Navia, and with a small squeeze of her hand, she was letting go to meet her brother in a hug.<br/><br/>A small smile tugged at Théadan's lips as he watched her embrace her brother, but his gaze was soon shifting towards Kazim, who was glaring at him with fury, and Théadan immediately knew this was not going to go smoothly for him. Navia was only distracted for the briefest of moments, but it was enough for them to be separated, for her brother to hold her and keep her from joining him. There were guards either side of Théadan, they would undoubtedly react if he acted to hastily, but he had no need to fear for any treatment of Navia, he knew her family was not like his, hate him they might, but they would never hate her, or do anything to bring her harm. Théadan met Kazim's eyes, and steeled himself for what was to come, Navia was trying to speak, trying to interrupt and explain, but Kazim and Yousef had clearly planned what they would do to make sure Navia was 'safely' separated from him.<br/><br/>Irate, Kazim walked straight on passed Navia, without a welcome, or a look of affection, his fury at seeing Théadan in his home had apparently robbed him of all sense of courtesy. The guards stepped up either side of Théadan, and were grabbing his arms, holding him to make sure he would not go anywhere, nor could react when the King gave him a hard shove after listing out his grievances with Théadan. Théadan made no attempt to struggle, knowing better than to do that, it would just make things worse after all. It was very difficult to suppress his more snarky side however, Kazim was not making it easy for him with the way he spoke to him.  Théadan did not reply immediately, instead looking around the room at those gathered. Had Kazim and his advisors gathered all the nobility so they could witness how he handled one of the Khluri princes entering his home? There were advantages to that, he could make it known in no uncertain terms to all just why he was here.<br/><br/>"No?" He eventually asked once his eyes finished taking in the sight of all those watching them. "Not even to bring your cousin home?" Théadan gave a small nod Navia's way. "Nor to bring back Devam's sword to its rightful home?" That was still packed away with Navia's belongings, but it was worth pointing it out too. "Nor to try and make amends for all the wrongs I have done upon the people of Khlurios?" He took special care to say that one loud enough for the Khluri nobility to head, wanting them to be aware of his intentions, regardless of whether or not they believed the truth of it, it would be out there for them to gossip and discuss among themselves. "Would you not permit me on Khluri soil for even one of these let alone all three?"<br/><br/>Realising he was not likely to be given too many opportunities to talk, Théadan chose to continue on, now turning his gaze to Navia's brother as he held on to Navia to keep her from escaping. "Yousef." He called over to him to get his attention, doing his best to keep himself calm despite how quickly everything had plunged into a bad situation for him. "Navia has been eagerly awaiting this moment where she would finally see you and Sainan again." More than anything Théadan wanted to see Navia happy, and while he knew she was not going to be happy while he was being treated the way he was, he hoped he could at least get Yousef to realise handling Navia in the way he was, was not the way to have her welcomed home. "This is not what she has been hoping for, and you and I both know if you do not let her have her say, she's going to make you regret it."<br/><br/>"Pay his words little mind." Came the voice of the second advisor, this one Théadan could not distinguish as being part of Navia's family, and so could only assume he was council to the King. Dressed in silvers and purples, in a style much like that of many of the Khluri he saw around him the advisor was a tall man, with mostly greyed hair, with only a few signs of the once black hair that was on his head. Where Kazim and Yousef were both young, this one was older and had clearly seen some time on the battlefield. He had been addressing both Yousef and Kazim, stepping closer still linger a couple steps behind his King, but close enough to scurtinise Théadan. "He burned villages, and fought our armies, slaying many a Khluri soldier. Now he speaks of making amends and returning things he himself has taken from us." He scoffed, "I do not see him bringing our dead back to life, so no amends could be made even if that was what he truly wished." Clearly he was not going to believe a word that came from Théadan. "He's a Mes'Mo'Tanian, a savage with a blood lust. He should be treated no differently than he has treated our own people, your highness."