<div align=center>/i'm posting bc everyone is bein a slow coach/
Hadrian's eyes instantly flickered up to the man on the balcony, the boy was dressed in a long, red cloak trimmed with an elegant white fur, as well as a half cocked golden crown that he most likely stole from some passed era. Was this his army? Was this the valiant soldiers that were going to help win this war? Ridiculous. They were a bunch of misfits that needed to be taught a lesson. The man scowled, a hand meeting the top of Altair's head. He took a breath, everyone was talking at once. They were treating his queen as if she was one of them. He didn't like that. "That's enough!" He snarled, his voice booming from the rafters and echoing around the room. The tiger next to him lifted it's self to it's feet and roared, a sound that drowned out the rest of the crowd completely, the beast seemed as though he was saying something, reinforcing Hadrian's command.
Silence.
"As for you." Hadrian's eyes flickered upward again, locking onto the man who'd introduced himself as 'Miralis.' No one spoke to his queen like that and got away with it, she was his. "I don't know who you think you're talking to, but you better get some fucking manners." The tiger prowled a short way's forward, a snarl directed up at the man. His attention then focused on the newcomer: Eric. At least he has a strike of decency. Altair relaxed again, pacing lazily back to Hadrian and lying down at his feet, like some sort of strange, exotic dog. "Now, if you're not spoken only when you're spoken to, I'll have your God damn faces crunched off."</div>
Hadrian's eyes instantly flickered up to the man on the balcony, the boy was dressed in a long, red cloak trimmed with an elegant white fur, as well as a half cocked golden crown that he most likely stole from some passed era. Was this his army? Was this the valiant soldiers that were going to help win this war? Ridiculous. They were a bunch of misfits that needed to be taught a lesson. The man scowled, a hand meeting the top of Altair's head. He took a breath, everyone was talking at once. They were treating his queen as if she was one of them. He didn't like that. "That's enough!" He snarled, his voice booming from the rafters and echoing around the room. The tiger next to him lifted it's self to it's feet and roared, a sound that drowned out the rest of the crowd completely, the beast seemed as though he was saying something, reinforcing Hadrian's command.
Silence.
"As for you." Hadrian's eyes flickered upward again, locking onto the man who'd introduced himself as 'Miralis.' No one spoke to his queen like that and got away with it, she was his. "I don't know who you think you're talking to, but you better get some fucking manners." The tiger prowled a short way's forward, a snarl directed up at the man. His attention then focused on the newcomer: Eric. At least he has a strike of decency. Altair relaxed again, pacing lazily back to Hadrian and lying down at his feet, like some sort of strange, exotic dog. "Now, if you're not spoken only when you're spoken to, I'll have your God damn faces crunched off."</div>