[Everything about this meeting has gone from delightful to confusing and frustrating. Not a feeling the king appreciates at all, really, and it shows in his furrowed brow, and in piercing gold eyes. A hand moving up to his chin as he seems to consider what Nitocris is saying--considering telling her that she's speaking out of line--but also considering that she's becoming more bold. Something he likes, and therefore he settles with the idea that he will let this pass the moment that Karna gets on his knees before him.
It was that sort of attitude he truly did like. Bold and certain, but willing to know when to bow your head. That solar flare in his chest rekindles itself and with a motion he snatches his staff back from the jackal-eared mage.
Thrusting an arm out and giving it a wave--he nods his head with one heavy motion.]
So be it, then. Take ... the prisoner to my quarters. Bathe, a change of clothes, food.
I will see to the rest of the war council and its report and then will see you there shortly, during my hours of rest. Do not try to escape, or I will kill you on sight the next time we meet.
[The last threat seemed idle, at best--more of a formality than an actual serious claim to Karna's life.
A low hiss, like a sigh of relief escapes Nitocris as she raises her head, before looking down at Karna who was still on the floor.
Once the pharaoh has his back turned, she offers him her hand.
Come on. He really hates it when people don't immediately follow his commands.]
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Date: 2018-10-02 06:08 pm (UTC)It was that sort of attitude he truly did like. Bold and certain, but willing to know when to bow your head. That solar flare in his chest rekindles itself and with a motion he snatches his staff back from the jackal-eared mage.
Thrusting an arm out and giving it a wave--he nods his head with one heavy motion.]
So be it, then. Take ... the prisoner to my quarters. Bathe, a change of clothes, food.
I will see to the rest of the war council and its report and then will see you there shortly, during my hours of rest. Do not try to escape, or I will kill you on sight the next time we meet.
[The last threat seemed idle, at best--more of a formality than an actual serious claim to Karna's life.
A low hiss, like a sigh of relief escapes Nitocris as she raises her head, before looking down at Karna who was still on the floor.
Once the pharaoh has his back turned, she offers him her hand.
Come on. He really hates it when people don't immediately follow his commands.]