[b]The room is struck with awe as she stomps her foot down, a mighty voice echoing from deep within her.[/b] [i]SILENCE. This is MY court and you will do well to conduct yourself!! The pitiful matters of your own misdeeds and mistakes do NOT concern me in the slightest, ambassador. So LISTEN, or you will beg the inevitable embrace of death to take you now.[/i] [b]Something churns inside you: not fear, but fear would not be far from accurate. The others you looked down upon, the queen you once served: they pale in comparison. This child of Gods is truly something more.[/b]

[b]His circuits quickly dispel this "fear," logging it for later analysis. [i][u]"YOUR COURT, IN OUR TERRITORY. REALM 74746834237-12 Beta-5 IS ALLIANCE TERRITORY. YOU WOULD DO BEST TO REMEMBER THAT." "I HAVE LOST ENOUGH BACKBONE TO THAT DESERTING WITCH. I DO NOT INTEND TO LOSE ANYMORE. IS THAT CLEAR?"[/u][/i][/b]

[b]With zero tolaration, the Princess aparates down to you in spite of your remarks. With a silky hand, flawless and beautiful, she backands your jaw with no restraint. The contact makes a smack so loud, the Aegises, who dare not shift from their posts, cringe at the sound. She readjusts to her normal stance, save for a fire in her eyes. As you turn back, furious of this lashing out, you discover your jaw was dented from the force. Her hand, on the contrary, remained unscathed.[/b] [i]I am NOT anyone's property! The cardboard shantytown you oversaw in the past was nothing more than rubbish, falsity, blasphemy! Here, this is my domain. HERE, this is my provision! I am Lord and God, and by this right, do I rule as I please! You and Miss Bellicose have as much authority as the slaves who haul our freight and serve our people: Your opinion is worth less than the ground you tread in coming here. YOU OWN NOTHING BUT THE HUMILITY YOU HAVE YET TO LEARN!!! Do I make myself clear, AMBASSADOR???[/i]

[b]The metal sizzles back into place. He chuckles, and lets out booming laughter. Scorch marks appear in the floor, zipping towards the throne at blinding speeds. They converge all at once, and a pillar of fire engulfs the ornamental seat, searing it almost beyond repair. [i][u]"I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR THRONE, NOR YOUR CITY. BUT THE COUNCIL DOES, AND YOU WOULD BE WISE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF SUCH MERCY WHILE IT RETAINS ITS SHELF LIFE."[/u][/i][/b]

[b]The Princess remains silent, as is her response to insubordination. She turns around, and walks back to her dissolved throne. in turning around, her dress waves through the air, caught by the stagnant air, and in the brief moment the remains of her seat were obscured, the throne was restored anew. She sits back in her chair, pondering what move to take.[/b] [i]Then leave. If you have no concern, then you do not belong. All ties to whatever this council and alliance you speak of were severed the moment this lack of civilized behavior began. Go back to your alliance and tell them you failed yet again, and when they ask why, tell them that it was your arrogance and pride that led to your undoing.[/i] [b]The Aegises grab you with astounding force, and escort you out of the city. You no longer belong here.[/b]