Nobility always seemed to like to keep their formalities, even among family, or so it seemed. It had been the case when Théadan had arrived back in Nygaard to be greeted home by his mother. The proper ceremony for his and his brothers return had come a couple days later, but Navia's family looked to be little different in this one regard as they would be made to wait until the royal family was gathered to welcome. She pointed out the wait would not be so bad, there would be paintings for her to show him, which had him curious to see what they would be like, they would be familial connections to Navia after all. It also brought up thoughts of Navia's own paintings, she would surely have some of her own in her chambers, or stored away somewhere, those would have to be something he'd get her to show him when they had the chance.<br/><br/>Navia was reassuring the walls were thick, and they were unlikely to be heard, though she decide to point out there would be much of their history together they would have to leave out for the sake of her brothers, causing Théadan to smirk, tempted to teasingly point out they would be leaving out some of the best parts. They were soon at the wall though, entering the palace grounds via a large gate, and up a gravelled path, passed eye catching fauna much of which he had already seen in Khlurios, and much he had not. It had all been arranged and styled to captivate the eyes, and the bird chirping away in the trees above certainly seemed to appreciate the natural beauty of the garden. Navia suggested they stop at the steps so someone would take care of their horses while they headed inside.<br/><br/>The anticipation was clear on Navia's features, she was not one to hide her emotions, with the exception with playing their games, even then it was difficult for her to keep up. Théadan's gaze was drawn back to the palace however, following Navia's own to see what she was looking at, all the intricate carvings put into the architecture. Most of the windows had thin silk curtains rather than glass, presumably because Mandira was rarely ever cold, and so airflow in the palace was preferable. While his eyes were wandering, he did not notice Navia's come to rest on him, only a question from her he was not prepared for brought him out of it. "I...I don't really know." He muttered honestly, unsure how to answer that question. He could air his thoughts on it for her however. "I'm fairly certain by now my family will have stripped me of all titles and everything I owned, but that particular message of course has not caught up to me, so perhaps it's not quite official just yet." Théadan shrugged unsure what to make of it, whether he could really call himself a Prince anymore.<br/><br/>"However it is how the Khluri know me, and I'm more wondering whether it would be better or worse to keep the title for the time being." How they perceived him was going to be important, and the title of Prince was going to have connotations, particularly when he was here to make a life for himself with Navia, and make amends for his past. "Will they hear it and think of the Mes'Mo'Tanian who went to war against them? Or if I dropped the title, would they think I was trying to hide from my past, when I'm infact trying to do the opposite and making amends for it." They brought the horses to the steps as Théadan pondered this, and he gave a  small tug on the reins to bring Wyndagar to a halt before dismounting off him, giving the horse a thankful pat before turning his attentions back to Navia. "I suppose I should keep the title for the time being." He said, though he still sounded a little unsure. "I don't want to appear to be hiding from my past, even if that might make things a little more challenging for me when it comes to making amends for it."