King Brian of Miskrenia, one of the mightiest of the two kingdoms had allowed to hear Helena's requests, he wasn't sure what it was she was going to request, but never did he turn down an audience from his citizens, and Helena had seemed to take refuge here in Miskrenia. The King was old and sat atop his gold-emerald throne. It was an amazing piece of architecture, it had been crafted by the Jewel Crafters and Blacksmiths that had come here with the first settlers of Miskrenia. He was proud of his history, and his kingdom. The King knew though, soon it would be time for him to pass, and the thrown would be handed down to his only son, Jeremy.<br/><br/>Jeremy was the complete opposite of his father, his dark black hair, and deep purple tinted eyes, which he had gotten from his mother, the Late Queen Esmeralda. She had passed not long before the newest war with the dragons had broken out. Jeremy's father had sworn to his late wife, that he would find a way for their people to live in peace. As the old king aged, he knew it would soon be down to his son. Jeremy sat beside his father, his pale skin, and delicate features, much different to the hard, stern faced king. Jeremy had not seen war like his father, as he'd been kept relatively sheltered from it until recent years.<br/><br/>As they both sat in the throne room, awaiting Helena's request for an audience with them, Jeremy could not help but think of how he would make things so much different once he was king. He knew his father had made many mistakes when he had first came to power, but all Jeremy knew was he would be a better king. He was going to find a way to prevent the dragons from ever attacking again, even if that meant slaying the entire breed. The needs of Miskrenia came before anything. Jeremy ran his fingers through his hair and sighed looking at his weary father. No words were spoken between the two, but they had a look that showed their concern for what Helena could possibly want.