Vakarius listened as the Empress spoke in her flawless tongue. He couldn't help himself to undress her from her robe in his own mind. The way that she was subtlety looking at him, he could guess that she was doing the same. It was an odd thing to the prince to see an entire world ruled by women, he was so used to Nesstern society of the exact reverse that it was hard to break the mold that he had been brought up in. His travels amongst the stars had helped teach him that. Now in command of three battle-fleets and the authority to speak for an entire nation. Vakarius had come a long way from the days of having a sub standard freighter, a fighter craft, and some mercenaries to aid his travels and dealings. Now instead of being a thorn in the royal courts side, he was a threat to their power now. A threat to their way of life and the status quo. A threat that the prince intended to keep up.<br/><br/>Once the Empress had invited him to the smaller throne. He quickly began to walk towards it with a quick "<em>thank you your majesty</em>". He walked at a more brisk pace than he had walked in with, not wanting to earn her ire for wasting her time by lingering. This also had the added effect of his silk and gold trimmed cape catching what was the little breeze and began to flow behind him as he walked. Showing more of his tattooed body and how well the prince truly did stay in shape. Many of the nobles from Nesstern simply just molded into their position and became out of shape and lazy. Letting their slaves or subjects do all the work for them. Only adding to the stereotype of all the Men being lazy and fat.<br/><br/>Once he had reached the throne he quickly sat down and made some quick adjustments to his cape so that his covered his chest but left a two inch slit down the middle to allow air to flow out and in. This also afforded those around him to his long neck length hair that was starting to show signs of deep sun bleaching. No doubt from his work out in the void. Vakarius relaxed in the throne but made sure he kept his regal stature, waiting for the Empress' next command.