>>5719918>>5719913>>5719803>>5719794>>5719785>>5719784“If there iss a meeting happening to disscussss the dragonss, I should be tehre,” you note, with a gesture to the refugees. “Where do you think we jusst CAME form? Who do you think hass the mosst INTELLIGENCCCE on the ssubject?”
“I can’t confirm or deny what they’re talking about, only guess,” the guard who’d made the implication is quick to clarify. “And orders are orders.”
“These people are freezing, and hungry, and some need a healer!” Ekaterine protests. “I don’t care HOW busy Prince Rufos thinks he is—I am his SISTER and he will make the time for me—for us!”
The guards exchange a look with one another, and their faces contort a little bit, torn between their duty to their chain of command and their people—their Princess.
“Please,” your wife pleads. “There are CHILDREN with us. Let them warm up>”
“We can… bring some supplies, maybe? Blankets and food, some tea to warm them?”
“Orders are orders,” the first guard agrees with the second, reiterating his earlier point. “But I see no reason we can’t keep you all comfortable while you wait, until we find out what’s happening and can do some proper security clearance.”
Ekaterine sighs, but nods. She is a creature of compromise, raised for politeness and politesse. She seeks comfort for the vulnerable, a middle road, and having found it she is content. You can respect that—her willingness to compromise and see things from other perspectives is why she can still be with you—love you, and care for your people—in spite of the gulfs of race, religion, and culture which divide you. You love that about her…
“No.”
But you ARE built different. You are a DRAGON KING… And you do not wait, passively, for a bureaucracy of monkeys to fumble their way through a litany of stamps, seals, security checks and speeches. You are the Drak prophet of the Coming Age, and when you promise people shelter, they GET shelter.
“Ther—ah, Prince Wang,” yoru Human Queen whispers, “what are you—”
“<Stand Down.>”
You speak with the words with the <Voice of the Metatron>, and these weak-willed gate-guardians cannot help but do as you command.
“Theral!” Ekaterine balks, then catches herself. “This isn’t… if you do this, then they’ll… This magic, it’s…”
“What’ss done iss done. Come, follow me inssside. There wass talk of blankets, of food and of tea, and of a warm fire and four walls for ALL of you!”
