The guard seemed to bristle at that. "By order of the Emperor you Must present the names of ALL people riding in hour coach. Nameless is by definition not a name." The gaurd told him, his voice filled with indignation. Clovis chuckled.
"I do not see what is funny. Disrespect of the guard is disrespect for the crown." The man growled and Clovis raised a lazy brow.
"My my how things have changed. Lazren, when you were a guard did you get this worked up over a animal?" Clovis asked and Lazren was fighting to keep a straight face. This poor guard had no idea who he was dealing with.
"No, Sir. Perhaps there is a misunderstanding? I can't see the honorable palace guards being petty enough to cause trouble over such things." He replied and the guard turned red in the face.
"Following the orders of the Crown is not Petty. It is the job, and I can not let you past." He replies forcing himself to calm and stand at full as attention, hand on his sword and all.
"The creature your making such a fuss over is my horse, whose name is "Frumusete Fara Nume Or Beauty without a Name." He replied, but Lazren winced slightly, being as he hadn't said it quite right. Mispronunciation being the main cause of discomfort. The Guard however glared, aware he was being had.
"That being said, you, Princess Raina and your guard may enter. I am not at liberty to allow a hand maid into the palace." He replied smirking as he remembered the Queens words. Kyera was banned.
"You will not refer to my wife as such you impotent fool." Clovis spoke quietly so not to alert Kyera to his anger.
"I am afraid she is not accepted as the fourth Princess, dear brother. I hope the outside has treated you well." Bastil interrupted whatever else Clovis had to say. Clovis turned on his brother, his eyes filled with fire. The older boy was rather shocked that his fairy brother looked muscled and nimble. It was clear the weekling had built some strength. Too bad it was all in vain. Bastil swung down from on top of his horse.
"She is my wife, consummated and accepted by the Lady Empress and our law." Clovis replied coolly. He stood tall before his brother ready to do battle if he must. Bastil offered a pitying expression.
"Let us set her up in the town in. You may speak to father and mother about this and perhaps they will relent. However, we can not let her into the palace at this time." Bastil replied and Clovis set his jaw. He could see the delight in his eldest brother's face. This strengthened his resolve, this man could not become the Emperor.
"I will return to town then, with my wife and daughter. When the once proud Emperor and his QUEEN decide to accept the truth, we will be there till the hunt." Clovis spoke clearly as he walked back to the carriage. In all truthfulness, he didn't mind staying in town. At least there the snakes had to work harder to get the drop on them.
"I am afraid the Acting Empress wishes to see You and Raina. I can not permit you to leave when summoned." Bastil replied as he walked toward the carriage.
"Do not approach my carriage." Clovid warned him in a low voice. The purple bruise ON Raina cheek that had long since healed flashed in his mind. This brother of his would NOT lay a hand on his daughter again. Bastil blew him off, Clovis had never been one to make a stand with anything other than words. Before he could reach for the door handle to gather Raina, the first prince was knocked to the ground. Bastil's cheek throbbed in pain instantly. The edge of his lip split from the force of that punch. Clovis stood over him, glaring down. He crouched next to his brother, eyes like ice and fire.
"You were warned. That carriage and its contents belong to me, and are protected by my hand and several others even father can not afford to offend. Consider that a warning." Clovis spoke softly, yet venom dripped from every word. He stood again, and turned to get into his carriage while Bastil began to sit up.
Several guards moved in, it was obvious they intended to take Clovis into custody. Yet, the fourth prince didn't seem to care. His eyes were focused on the woman who had just alighted from the carriage. Kyera stood in front of the doorway, on the low step used to get into And out of the carriage.