The tour of the planet during their delayed travel was a marvel to Vakarius, he had never been to Tarkin before this day, but to him the videos he had seen hardly did the planet justice. The princes' face was almost glued to the window looking out onto the planet during the long voyage to the capital. Once they were in the capital he was treated to the best show of courtesy he had seen since his younger days being paraded around the capital of Nesstern when he was introduced to the public.<br/><br/>Vakarian played up the part of the diplomat when he was honored by the soldiers, nodding slowly to a soldier every now and again. One of his guards approached his enclosed chair to ask a question.<br/><br/>"<em>Lord, why are they clothed? From what I heard almost all the planet was nude the majority of the time.</em>" Asked the guard, Vakarius liked to have a more informal relationship with his guards. It helped keep moral up and more importantly lowering the chances of a mutiny from within.<br/><br/>"<strong>Because the Empress commanded them to. A simple notion but has far reaching implications. You don't see it, but I do, she is talking to me even though we have not seen each other yet. You know what she is telling me?....I command the entire planets people, they do what I want when I want. Its also a courtesy to me, they don't want to represent themselves has barbarians but a strong, civilized nation, rich in culture. Of which they are.</strong>" Vakarius explained, the guard nodding then returning to his watch with a quick bow of the head.<br/><br/>When the group finally reached the palace, the prince walked with his head held high and carried himself with the weight of his station. His long silk cape wrapped around his body, concealing his torso and lower body except for the very bottom of his feet. The two heralds annouced his coming and he quickly came into the throne room where everyone had gathered. Vakarius (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs21/i/2007/295/8/1/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine.jpg) opened his arms wide to his side in a simple manner that was a cultural greeting showing that he did not have a dagger in hand and that he was not armed. This showed the room his large amount of tatooing on his torso and arms. They did not show any art or writing but was a simple, solid, dark colored sand look that was precisely put on his body. Forever marking him as a royal of the Apsolus Family. In addition it also showed several old scars and freshly healed scars from battles of old and new. Showing that he was not just an intellectual but a soldier as well.<br/><br/>After that the prince took his right hand and placed it over his chest and gave a shallow bow of the head and shoulders to the Empress on her throne. Showing his respect to her station as the ruler but also taking into account his own. This offered a view of his armored hands and arms. A specially made armor for Vakarius that only fit him. Designed so that he could have full range of motion and still protect his extremities. At the same time his Royal Guard (http://www.frbronze.com/images/other%20famous%20statues/large/Persian%20soldier.jpg) knelt to one knee and did the same as their prince before he stood after several seconds, mimicking his motion. Vakarius then took a few steps further so that he was in the center of the room, his guards staying near the back of the entrance.<br/><br/>"<strong>Malla Nei d' Takrin, Ol zhah natha zhennu bel'la ulu fre'sla p'los dos nym'uer yallt. Usstan telanth naut er'griff whol usstan drill whol jal d' Nesstern wun l' Valuken kaas. Usstan bel'la dos whol dosst gar'ven jous d' dosst lodias lu' che'el. Ol bel'lan uns'aa felah nindel dos xunus ol pholor folt natha sseren tangi 'zil ol zhah. Usstan kestal nindel 'zil Usstan tlun ghil udos xal telanth pholor selg'tarnen d' kruk lu' byr klezn.</strong>" The prince said, his voice loud enough so that all could hear, but not enough to the point that he had to yell. His speech in Imperial dialect was spotless, as if it was his natural language. His speech voiced a healthy amount of favor but not to the point of groveling to her.