Omar didn't turn away either words or touch, though the soft caress his mother offered was no more comforting than a slap to the face. Thankfully it only lasted a mere moment, "And is it not true that such words can save one, mother?" he gently questioned, being very familiar with the history of Aserit kings before his father. A few times the Aserit had wedded an enemy to keep peace. He didn't need to explain any further, knowing both knew their history as well as he.<br/><br/>He was not angry that they had forbade him from wedding a Theiri- it wasn't an idea he was too fond of himself. And he wasn't even angry at having been struck or spoken down to like a child, these things he had been accustomed to. Each mistake he had ever made would be sure to be met with discipline, and mistakes were to be made. No body was born a King. But it was troubling for Omar to see the close-mindedness of both his parents. Aserit blood did not always play by the book, some times they would play dirty, or do the unthinkable, for the good of their kingdom. This was how the Aserit grew from the few meager warriors to a fortified, glorious kingdom. Why should Omar ever count out the characteristics that made them who they are today?<br/><br/>Omar of course, did not mention this, maybe having pushed his parents patience a bit too far. He gave a bow to both, the same as he would any day before leaving the room. His cheek was still stained with the red mark and nosy hand maidens who had been listening to the whole thing pulled away from the door, though one dared to follow.<br/><br/>"Why would you ever want to marry a Theiri?" she asked, her familiar voice making him pause, once they were alone in a hallway, "That's not the Omar I know." Her voice was quiet so no body would hear her call him by his name without a "prince" attached. A childhood friend, you could call her.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't," he answered her, "But some circumstances call for you to do things you wouldn't wish to. I am sure you understand that," he said, "No Theiri woman could ever compare to the beauty of an Aserit woman, not even to a mere Aserit hand maiden," he said with a grin, which of course made the hand maiden blush. "Now go, before some body catches you enrapturing a Prince," he teases her.<br/><br/>Of course, all the hand maidens were sweet on the two princes of Aserit, but Omar especially since he was the heir and since he did joke with those hand maidens when no body else was around. This too, was warfare. The hand maidens were very useful tools, as their word could leak to the public. And if you were close enough, you could have leeway on what would be the talk of the town. "Oh, and Molly," he said, catching her hand and pulling her back to him, those rich eyes focused on her blue ones, looking as decadent as the finest chocolate, "I trust you and the other fair maidens will keep this secret between us," he softly said, raising her hand to the reddened cheek.<br/><br/>"Y-yes," she stammered, "Of course, you have my word, Omar," she swore, "I'll tell them right away!"<br/><br/>He smiled, kissing her hand before letting it go, "I knew I could trust you, Molly," he said to her, "Now then, we really must part, for if I'm not ready by the time our royal King and Queen are, then I might get a matching one," he teased, thereafter parting ways with the swooning hand maiden. Omar could play almost any body a fool, especially a woman. But he was good with both words and body language and knew what to say. If only he could have the same effect on his parents.<br/><br/>Making his way to his chambers, he waited until a hand maiden would fetch him, as he was already packed and ready for the trip to the Theiri kingdom.