where: themys, argonia. whom: uriel. [ @urielsollia ]
"promise to try and enjoy the festivities this time." it isn't a question, nor is it poised like one. it's a statement, from the future king of sollia to his younger brother. "when we arrived in valtolia you were ready to leave as soon as he set sail. now, we're in a land that's been unexplored and forgotten to us for centuries." he holds a hand up, cutting off whatever argument his brother might have ready for him. he knows how he can get, he knows how uriel is. "there's more at stake than simply showing up, our family's image, the image of the dragon born, will be talked about. we will present ourselves well." his tone made little to no room for argument. he lowered his hand, a clear signal that uriel can protest now if he so pleased.
not that it would do much good.
"you're also not to travel alone anywhere. am i understood? better i tell you this than papa or papi. with what happened at the concord, i don't want you to be the next body bleeding out." honeyed eyes narrow at his brother, gaze fixed and steady, determined. "besides, if nothing else, enjoy the half naked men fighting to near death for entertainment, yes?"