“Of course.”  Anira bent her head to the prince once more as he was about to leave, ready to regain her seat as her grandfather arrived with a guard. He was small, an inch taller than Anira, but with dark tanned skin and red hair cut short. He wore the clothes of his own home,  dark pants that came in just under his knee to show bare feet and a loose dark green shirt that was kept close by a thick leather belt on which his sword hung. His face was worn and wrinkled but his stance and body was strong, giving off the air of a warrior. “Filidhrentithiel my child come to me.” Vasile held a hand out and Anira immediately moved to him, her lavender eyes staying on Kax for a second before she reached her grandfather and took his hand.<br/><br/>As Anira reached her grandfather she looked up into his eyes and frowned. “What is it?” Vasile looked over to the prince for a moment and looked back, his face easing a bit. “Your father has called you, go to him.” Anira nodded and immediately made her way inside, followed by the guard. As she left Vasile turned to look at  Kax, his face hard. “If you don’t want her ghost boy then just say so and be gone but know you are a fool. Look around you. This whole place blooms like  it is the middle of spring yet the snow will come any day now; if she could do this to the human lands imagine the greatest that would become of your dead city. But as I said, feel free to refuse. I would rather she stay anyhow.” With that Vasile turned and made his way in, returning to his seat with a flourish.<br/>