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"That is fairly reasonable. Agreed, we can swallow this bitter drink of tribute." Your words are welcomed with noise and murmur and the Advisor has to calm the courtiers once again. This admission of defeat sure won't do your authority well.
1218 AD, Winter
The joyful day of your marriage to young Mera has arrived, and so did the bride!
She is a tall, but a rather thin, girl, with a rather fragile shape of a body. Her long black hair and charming smile do go well with the sharp blue eyes she possesses, though.
The ceremony goes without a problem and the marriage feast begins in earnest!
Much to your dismay, and dismay of your courtiers, no one from your extended family showed up. The bride's father, Aron, showed up with his two sonds, Leath and Ethil. The only representative, if any, of Eldrican, is your elder cousin Rubert, but after giving felicitations on behalf of his brother Feir, King of Eldrican, it is obvious he isn't here to discuss politics with you. No one from Brynwald's family or Helliste court came at all.
Few hours into the feast, the castle guards arrive to bring you urgent news.
"Your Majesty, a delegation of Rucusian knights and lords have arrived. They say they're here to congratulate you on your marriage. They've brought some sort of a gift, too, but they refused to say what." You quickly call up the Advisor, who brushes his beard thoughtfully.
"Well, it is in bad taste to turn away guests coming to partake in a wedding or funeral celebrations, especially ones bringing gifts, but on other hand, they were on the side of our enemies just few months ago, my liege."
A) "Today we drink and make merry, lets have Rucusians taste Methiantese hospitality for once!"
B) "Turn them away, I do not want such a sweet celebration be soured by their presence!"
C) "They're enemies! And there's only one way to deal with my enemies! To the dungeon with them!!"