"Tell me what you wish to say first, please. I'm all ears." Cyl lets out a sigh.
"I'm glad I can express myself first! I have to say, most people at my father's court paint you, well, most of Methiantese rulers, as some sort of demons of paranoia and arrogance. It is good to know that, upon meeting one myself, I can toss their accusations out of the window." He coughs.
"I would love to see Methiant and Cydwyl as one, some day. Our ancestors might've been distant, but since times of my greatgrandmother, Dogethe, they grew closer to each other. Those were times of glory and prosperity for both our nations, especially when both Emperor Cyl and my father, Cidric, were alive. But the recent incidents have, unfortunately, soured the relationship. That should be amended, before the noblemen in Cydwyl finally turn around and seek relations with Helliste, or Albionese pirates, or, Pantheon forbids, Agaresian savages. People of Cydwyl are people of forests and horses, not sea and trade! And when I heard that you're now alone, just like I have no spouse, what better idea could I come up with?"
He drops to his knees and takes your hand into his. Cyl's eyes are sparkling in the moonlight, and for a brief moment, you feel ashamed like a young maiden who is being wooed by a squire.
"Let us marry, and rule Methiant and Cydwyl together. Then, our child will inherit the thrones of both, truly sealing the relationship between our lands." From under his cloak, Cyl pulls out a little harp.
"To commemorate our meeting, and to proclaim my love to you, I even composed a little ballad, if you would wish to hear it?"
A) "Well, can't see any harm in a little musical spectacle."
B) "I would rather we discuss politics, especially about our marriage."
C) "Okay, this is too much, too fast. I'm leaving."
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Topic: SPAMKINGDOM#: Emperor Houlandin IV of Methiant-Cydwyl! (Read 789547 times)