"Crystal-mot is a title given to a lineage long removed from the royal line, so is Trent and, Fionet; not counting many other noble houses that have at some point married from the royal family or from the removed lineages I just mentioned. It is at times like this that you understand, that many have not forgotten. They may be distant cousins of yours, but still have royal blood through their veins. They have a right to the throne after you,"
"You go too far!" Prince Thelmus stood abruptly.
"I am only here to lay out your cards before you. Do you think I came all the way just to scold you? This man has too many troublesome sons, one more would kill me," Official Ghuil's voice all through speaking never too far from bored, but this time, his eyes darkened a dangerous degree.
"I am not looking for a father. His fate is destined to follow my last,"
"Nor I, a son. I want half of Northern Lan's trade routes. Only then will I help you," Official Ghuil finally stated his goal.
"Those have already been divided amongst the noble houses. You sure are greedy," Prince Thelmus let loose a dark smile.
"This greedy man is the only one that came when you called," Official Ghuil countered.
"Fine. I promise you this," Prince Thelmus agreed.
"These Isne soldiers, they will move according to your will?" Official Ghuil asked.
"I am betrothed to their princess. This long-term relationship, them and I," Prince Thelmus confirmed.
"Good. Since you are already a bloody king, you might as well be that way till the end," Official Ghuil said darkly.