Almirtic stood then and spoke his tone flat and his style blunt. “In order to assure the success of the treaty your father and I agreed to the marriage of my daughter to yourself.” The king looked over to Anira who know seemed to blush a bit, having realized the issue that was causing such tension was the prince’s apparent obliviousness to the arrangement. She could not imagine why the white elf king would keep his son in the dark nor how he thought this was going to take place. Was he going to tell him and then push him forward for the hand fasting?<br/><br/>Almirtic had let what he said sink into the boy and then turned again to speak. “It is your right to accept or refuse my offer of my daughter’s hand, just as she did. If you should decline the peace will be reached some other way but I doubt you will leave in such a good position otherwise.” He looked at Anira then and took a deep breath, disliking his own use of her but knowing it was necessary. “If you would like to speak either your father or Anira now would be the time.”<br/>