He stared at her for the immediate answer, before slowly nodding. "Then welcome to my service, Tysinni Arcannis. May you be spared the field of graves for as long as possible."<br/><br/>He stood up, and bowed to her, eyes sad and dark, clouded with his memories, before he simply left, teleporting out through the protections on the palace like a wind through smoke, letting her and her father make the preparations for the wedding. It would be better if he kept his head down for a while, the nobles were grumbling about him again, this time due to realizing that his accountant had been the one to find all their little tax dodging tricks. The grumbles had only gotten louder when they found out that the construct was staying on as a permanent attache to the palace, to continue to ensure the treasury wasn't getting cheated again, though its findings had caused taxes to drop down below thirty percent for the first time in years. It wasn't a major drop, barely half a percent, but the commoners appreciated every copper piece, and they definitely appreciated the new public programs going into place. Draiss had suggested a few from the other planes, but the one he had liked most was the dropping of a handful of much disliked tariffs on common staples.