Zianro turned red at the implication Marianna spoke of. "You shouldn't tease People. They'd accuse their queen for a pervert." He muttered as he followed her to the throne room. He listened to her talk about the political hostages she currently had,<br/><br/>So that's what the drugging was about. It was to capture prisoners. But now the leadership of Durn in disarray. That left the nation south of Beracia open for a swift attack. Now he hoped the King of Valsir and the Elders accepted the alliance. But if his vision is true, then Zankor expanding its Empire isn't the worry the Elders were fearing. Something was coming, he had to be ready for what's out there.<br/><br/>Zianro raised an eyebrow at her fist question. "I don't know, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty?" He guessed, then his eyes shot wide open. "Wh-Wh-what??" He stammered out, "What did you mean by that?"<br/><br/>His face once more turned stark pink in his blush. If that didn't answer his question, well, what would?