You pull Ikarinojoō aside to discuss mortal affairs.
First, you confirm that her people's desire for vengeance does not pose a threat to the empire. "Of course not," the queen laughs, "the primary target of my wrath will be the worshipers of the Dwarven pantheon, particularly those filthy sea-dwarves. Your empire actively pulls people away from the worship of the gods who order the massacre of the Kappa, and thus we would consider it a friend if we had contact."
You are satisfied with her explanation, so you decide to offer Ikarinojoō a trade agreement on behalf of your mortals: The empire will send gems to the kappa, and the kappa will send the empire the seeds and expertise to grow Cucumberlin slaves. The transaction will be carried out by your host, of course, to avoid breaching your sacred forest.
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"That is a great deal! I shall adorn myself with gems harvested by those who worship beauty, and our enemies shall know where your alligence lies when they see the Cucumberlin working for The Empire!"
You make small talk with the mortal queen for awhile, before passing her off to Sun-nut and General Thrane to work out the specifics of the deal.
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The third night of the feast arrives; Sun-nut's formal coming of age! Your court preforms a brief ceromony to acknowlege the soon-to-be God Emperor as an adult, and you stand up to declare what everybody present already knows: that Sun-nut's fate is to rule over The Empire, and that he shall be crowned tomorrow.
Once the applause dies down, Sun-nut rises to make an anouncement of his own.
"I am to live amoung the people of my father as a god among." He declares, "I've known this for a long time. I have also known for a long time that among the population of The Town of the Tome, the place from which I shall rule, lives a mortal named Feyleaf, last daughter of the heroic Tomb Raider Trunk, who is destined to slay a god. As the god who will be dwelling closest to her, it stands to reason that I am her likely victim. I do not wish to be slain, and as thus I have been thinking of how I might turn her fate away from myself."
Your son pauses for dramatic effect, before continuing. "I have sent word to Feyleaf and her mother, asking for permission to make the fated-one my empress.They said yes. We are to be wed when she comes of age in two years. I will be safest from her as the love of her life and father of her children!"
A: How wonderful! Congratulations! I look forward to attending the wedding!
B: No! Tampering with lethal fate is the easiest way for a god to die! I forbid this union!