For a little while longer at least, Théadan would continue to be seen and referred too as a prince, Navia sealed that with a quick kiss, just before the guards arrived to greet her and take their horses. He could see the guards were pleased to see her again, though their cautionary glances towards him told him all he needed to know about their distrust of his being there. Théadan wasn't going to blame them for that however, after everything he had done, he was going to have to earn trust from people, title or not he could not demand it from a nation he had personally wronged, but there did seem to be some respect from the guards, and that would be a good start. The guards said Navia's family were gathered and waiting for her arrival, which Théadan supposed meant they would not need to wait, word of their arrival had reached the palace more swiftly than they.<br/><br/>Théadan had to pass the reins of Wyndagar to the guard and give a small word of instruction to encourage him to follow them, before Navia was taking his hand, and together they walked up the marble steps of the palace, for the doors to be opened by the guards for them. It was quiet in the foyer, grand with a high ceiling making those who walked within feel small as they craned their necks up to see how high it went. It was well lit from the windows at the back, and that allowed the colour of the tiles to be fully appreciated in all their beauty, and there were the paintings that lined the walls Navia had spoken of. They would have to find time later to look over them, and for her to teach him some of Khlurios history. Right now they were moving on down towards an extravagant pair of doors which Navia labelled as the grand ballroom. A man stood by the door in clothes of gold, Théadan found the look to be gaudy for his tastes, but was not about to say such out loud and begin insulting people within his first steps inside the Khluri Kings palace.<br/><br/>Navia greeted the man, calling him Behuut, from him Théadan sensed a strictness to his sense of duty and what was expected of him. He was stiff and not very emotive, greeting Navia home, but immediately asking if she was ready to be announced. Navia asked on his behalf that he be called Prince of Mes'Mo'Tan, then her attentions were on him, asking if he was ready for this. There were nerves for him, the question that first rose when they had left Nygaard was still lingering in his mind, Navia was certain they would be welcomed, but there was still lingering doubt Théadan had simply been choosing to ignore up to this moment, having been made easy to do so with Navia by his side, and such revelations as them expecting a child in the future. Now that he was confronted with the reality of where his future lay, the wonder of how they would be received once they entered the doors lingered in his mind.<br/><br/>"We've been through so much together, both good and bad." All to bring them here to this moment, where she would finally return home to her family, and he could try to make amends for all the wrongs he had made. "We've sailed across a sea, travelled across two countries, seen leopards, wolves, whales and dolphins, and survived more perils than I care to count." And they had made it through it all together, leaning on each other when they needed too, and looking out for each other in their more stubborn moments. Looking back on that night when he was 'punished' for being with her, and lay wounded, knowing she would be with his brother Argyle. He had never thought of that moment as a choice, he knew what he both wanted and needed to do, and so had not hesitated to go find her and escape Nygaard together. "I was ready for this moment the night we fled Nygaard together, Alu'wei. So long as you are by my side, I feel ready for anything." He gave her hand a small squeeze back and smiled, certain he was prepared for whatever reception awaited them behind the doors. "Let's see your family, and bring this long journey of ours to its end."