"What are your winters like?" It was another question from Sai. Théadan had a tough time sleeping last night between his sore arms and the wet floor. His wrists were beginning to chaff after two days in the manacles. He was not feeling his best, still Sai had come by under the pretense of working on the leak in the dungeons, only to further talk to him, passing him some fruit and flat bread through the window, which Théadan had taken with his thanks. It had not taken long before Sai was asking him more questions, seemingly having an inexhaustible supply of them, and so Théadan Rúl had done his best to answer each and every one Sai asked of him. "And your summers? Spring and Autumns too?" Came his voice from beyond the wall. He was working on fixing the wall, but taking the opportunity to learn from him at the same time. "How does snow feel in your hand, and how does it look blanketing the land? What in your opinion are the biggest differences between Mes'Mo'Tan and Khlurios?"<br/><br/>Théadan shook his head incredulous someone could ask so many questions, but waited patiently until Sai finished before trying his best to answer them all. "The winters are freezing, depending on how far north you've been I don't know if you have a true understanding of cold until you've experienced the bite of the Mes'Mo'Tan wind on a late winters night." Since arriving in Khlurios Théadan's body had not known cold, even now sitting in the cell the heat could be stifling, which was probably just as well as if the water in his cell was ice cold, that would have made things so much worse. "Our summers are warm but nowhere near as warm as it is here currently. Spring is pretty for all the flowers, and Autumn a little sad as the colour drains from the world." Despite the number of questions he had been inundated with, it was nice to think of his former home, recalling it's own unique kind of beauty. "Snow begins to sting if held too long, but it's like staring into a million tiny diamonds, it sparkles. The Khluri would love it I'm sure." He grinned at that thought, knowing all too well how much he Khluri loved all that glitters. "As for the biggest difference? Colour. Khlurios is far more vibrant."<br/><br/>There was the sound of some scratching away from the other cell, Sai was checking something out about the walls, but he could tell he was listening to every word. He seemed to have the capacity to both listen and work at the same time. "If Mes'Mo'Tan winters are so cold, how do you stay warm?" He questioned curiously. "If buildings aren't made right winds can cut through them or develop leaks. Terrible for retaining heat."<br/><br/>Théadan heard the sound of the dungeon door opening from up the staircase. He had heard it a number of times now, and knew it meant someone was coming to speak to him, and after the last time Sai was down here, he knew it was probably best if no one knew they were still talking. "Sai."<br/><br/>"This dungeon has problems keeping water out." Sainan continued not hearing him, apparently deliberating with himself. "If Mes'Mo'Tanian building were like our own, much of the heat would escape in the same manner all this water gets in-"<br/><br/>"Sai! listen!" Théadan called over to him with a good deal more urgency to get him to be quiet as the door at the bottom of the steps opened, and a moment later the sounds of the guards approaching Théadan's cell filled the dungeon. When the doors opened, the two guards entered flanking either side of the door before allowing Yousef to enter. There was a look on his face Théadan couldn't quite place, he had not been expecting this visit after how the last one unfolded. "Come to have that conversation?" Théadan asked, only for Yousef to shake his head. There was a reluctance too him that was making Théadan wary, all the more so with the guards standing either side of him. "Then why are you here?"<br/><br/>Yousef took a breath. "Prince Théadan Rúl, you are to come with me. The King waits in the throne room." He gestured to the guards who stepped forward to grasp Théadan's chain and pull him towards the door.<br/><br/>"What are we to discuss?" Théadan asked. Things felt off. Navia had not mentioned anything like this to him, what's more Yousef was still avoiding speaking to him as much as possible, refusing to answer his question. With the harsh tug on the chain from the guard, Théadan's concerns grew enough to be more urgent for some sort of explanation. "Yousef?" Still nothing. For the first time Théadan tugged hard back on the chains, pulling the guard back who was leading him out of the cell in an effort to get answers. "Yousef!"<br/><br/>The second guard gave him a rough shove from behind, pushing him out the cell door as the two combined made sure any resistance from Théadan was fruitless. "Don't resist, it only makes things worse." Yousef said coldly as he led the way up the stairs. They left the dungeon behind, and Théadan found himself growing anxious with every step. It was the way Yousef was acting. He had refused to speak to him as much as possible, but now he was going out of his way to even avoid eye contact. If what was to happen to him was anything good, he doubted this would be the treatment he would be getting. The guards continued to pull and push him in the direction of the throne room, until he was once more passing through the ornate doors and being led before an audience with King Kazim, sitting in his throne, dressed in his gilded golds, and the red shawl, with so much wealth being exuded just from his choice in clothes..<br/><br/>Marek was stood a couple steps down from Kazim's throne, waiting for Théadan to be brought before the King. The guards stopped him a few metres before the steps of the throne, then forced him to kneel with a pair of heavy hands. "Prince Théadan Rúl." "Marek announced, the use of title making it all so official. "You have fought a war against the Khluri people, killing thousands, destroying homes and tearing families apart with one monstrous act after another. Yet you have come into Khluri lands seeking to escape the retribution of both your country and ours." That was how he was choosing to interpret it, or was that just a show for what gathered nobility there was. Théadan could see them in seats surrounding the hall. Navia was missing though, and that made it all the worse. "Our King is the only one who may decide your fate."<br/><br/>This was a judgement. That's what they were doing, with the nobility on witness, they had spoken to him, asked what they could of him, and tried their hardest to keep Navia away. They were to judge him here, and decide what to do with him. Just a little looking around revealed one of the guards whose axe did not fit in with the spears and swords of the other guards, dread filled him as he suspected what it was for. Sai had been in the cell with him, he would likely go speak to Navia. But Théadan needed to buy time first.  "Do I not get a chance to speak?" He asked, suddenly feeling desperate and in need of any excuse to draw this out. "A prince of a country who warred against you I maybe, but I am still a prince!"