ill-fatedprince
“Heika, I hope you do not mind me seeking an audience with you.” She approaches, the brunette had quite the serious look on her face and with whatever the outcome, she was to accept it either way. She would not leave until she had tried, stubborn but also wishing to have such an addressed issue taken into account.
Although she does not know Arslan well, she knows he is a man of reason and will listen to open ears of a fellow Parsian woman. Yet Sanaz knows it may be the last time she sets foot on Pars soil. Saddened by it, she will miss her home country - but she was soon to move and live with her soon to be husband.
There was a moment’s of silence before opening her mouth, the King and his subjects may not like it - she was someone who would not back down until she knew when she was defeated.
”I am sure you have heard the news that the once Lusitanian Prince known as Guiscard has taken the throne...I am here as his messenger and also the asker of a rather bold declaration.”
Sanaz pauses may as well say it; no matter what looks she got. ”I wish to seek a truce amongst both countries, yes, they have come and invaded and slaughtered our people, took our culture from us and even shoved their evil religion down our throats, however, I am stupid enough to ask you to put this behind you and look forward...as the future Queen of Lusitania!”
