The cacophony of disgruntled words were becoming increasingly audible. While most of the discordant noises were grisly and old, the loudest was a sharp and young voice. Although the myriad were indeed of same native tongue that Oxana first used, the context was rather obvious. Those old men were chasing after the young voice. The double doors slammed open. A group of scowling men came in with looks of utter shock. Sure chaos rampaging through their minds to see an unknown man was sleeping in the royal quarters of third princess. It seemed 'adultery ' was such an unfathomable thing to these people. Looking from the outside window, can indeed cause miss interpretations.
The young man was dressed a silk equivalent gown and many other ostentatious apparels. He would look regal and noteworthy if not for the break in his current mood. The young man of the group looked between this unknown man, a person with strangely changing opalescent eyes, and the princess. A look of betrayal and utter disbelief set in. Oxana didn't seem to be bothered by the look, even deciding give the young man another blow. She climbed the chest of the man in bed to peck him on the lips. She made her stance clear.
Meanwhile the mc had confirmed one of his worst suspicions, Oxana had seriously implicated him in the middle of a political war. The peck, she gave him sowed even more discord between the group and especially the unknown assailant(him). Although oblivious to the customs of this society, the curt nature of his sudden appearance in the royal chamber being used as a cock block for the man in front of him did not flee from his awareness. He looked with eyes of pity and contempt; this young man had probably known the woman for longer than he had, so why didn't he know whom he was trying to court. 'You have truly hidden yourself well princess', either that or your suitors clearly only think with their 'hearts'. His best solution would be to silence the person, lest it cause issues later for him, but any suitor trying to court the lady next to him had some political image.
This was part of the lady's scheme, tsk... and this man became an important witness. The young man had his head down, and was conversing in a rather comical sense. Tears were coming down his face, but his questions to Oxana were not received. He was air to her; a mere pawn. As the situation was not simple, any move he made, would seem to be mocking. By all means he wished he could allow the man to take his position, but again this person did not look like he could be reasoned with currently. He was non-compliantly along for the ride, however begrudging, he had to accept the hemorrhaging stipulations. Well, rip the bandaid off it was. He looked at the man, and let out a large "psst" noise. The young man looked up to see what the change in commotion was. The man with the strange eyes stared at him with a discontent look and made a shooing gesture with his hands. The man looked with rage before storming out the door. Some gestures are practically universal, so the mc was glad this society was not the colloquial exception.
Could there have been a better way, no: that man was going to show animosity at him regardless of how much he tried to diffuse it. That combined with the language barrier meant prolonging the situation was asking for further complications. A few of the old men were trying to comfort the younger one, while three of them stayed back. Two of them nodded at Oxana before following after the young man while the last one stayed, waiting for further command. The mc was not shy. He exited the bed and found his clothes on a chair. Behind him, he could hear Oxana fawning over his body as she was cooing, but he chose to ignore it. He touched the clothes and they turn into the same as the ones before his blackout.
He looked back at Oxana and said, "You have had your fun, I think it is time you payed your groom his dowry"
She retorted, "I am unsatisfied with your service in bed, I think you need to service me longer."
He was slightly irritated but still replied," We both know I have no recollection of the events up until now, but I know I never touched you. You are definitely a virgin, and yet despite everything still have the gull say I have taken it. You can fool only but those with a keen mind."
She slightly pouted before throwing him a necklace. Afraid to fall into another one of her traps he asked' "What is this, and before you answer, your compensation is not a justifiable answer?"
She smiled in an almost threatening manner as she replied"This is a device that allows for the transmission and projection of my language to be perceived by your cortices."
He glared at her almost incredulously as he said" How could such a device affecting my brain be in a necklace format?"
She turned her head to the side before correcting him, "This is a crown; in my culture it has a similar significance as a wedding band to consummate a marriage. As for the other perks, you can look and see for yourself. The 'keen' mind of yours should not have any problems right?".
Surely it cannot be that easy. He hesitantly started to put it on, ready to throw it off if anything went awry. He felt a burning sensation. He tried to throw it off but to no avail. A flow of information came to his mind about a language, a deciphered portion of the journal, and a portion of the royal library as if he had spent 100s of hours studying. He felt a migraine coming as his veins started to swell pressing on his nerves. He used both hands to try to massage the sides of his temples, hoping to quell a portion of the pain.
Woman are spiteful, how could he forgot that.
For some reason, he felt this was a reverse Lysistrata case where he the was the one withholding sexual relations to get what he wanted, but with the exception of the other party being impatient and vindictive. He would give this woman praise for her brilliant mind if he was not so close to her.
Oxana unaware of his thoughts, said out loud to the still wanting servant, "Initiate the next phase of the plan, you may leave". The servant took out a golden embroidered needle, pricked his thumb until blood spilled out onto the floor, and bowed before leaving.
A honorable custom that showed absolute service to the royal master. She nodded before focusing on her prize, the man with opalescent eyes, the man whom so many organizations are still after. An ultimate weapon that does not know it is an ultimate weapon is however useless no matter its potential. She could not help but sigh, so many solar cycles he had been locked up , however he stayed resolute and unbroken. Though do note if trust could be given so easy, he would have never learned from his pauper circumstances. She got out of the bed and touched the clothes on her side's nightstand, changing into a red a formal lattice style dress. Only time will tell. She walked to the man and gave him a hug from the back, trying to comfort the pain she had no doubt caused.