Omar bowed his head in acceptance to his mother's words, "I will not even let such fanciful thoughts cross their rather colourful imaginations," Omar assured his mother, mahogany orbs meeting her own blue ones, "My worth will be made known to the Theiri as well as to their people. I will honour my Father's name, his kingdom and our people."<br/><br/>Omar was a man that kept true to his word, though he knew that the people of Theiri would dislike him for being of Aserit royalty, he also knew that he could still demand respect with just his stance. A good balance of strength, logic and cunning had helped him master the media, which Omar strongly believed that a war was waged as much in the mind as on the battlefield.<br/><br/>"If I might ask to keep in your company for a moment longer, after we have finished what ever it is you have to say," Omar requested, looking from his mother and back to his father, waiting for an answer to his request. "I have some thing to propose to you, in terms of both social relations as well as financial standing," he further explained.