Meeting of Royals, Moo

"Then it is best I depart, as our understands have reached their ends."

The baritone voice of Desmond would answer in a short rasp response, as if he had gathered all he needed. Maybe it was irreconcilable differences in opinions on the subject, or that he would not tolerate the degradation of his people when it came from a society he had barely known. In times like this most would ration caution, but he was not most. The fury and ideas of Vastime where not something he would cast aside and have them made a mockery of so easily- show'd this woman lacked a care or understanding.

It would be at this point he would take a step back as if preparing to depart. But before he did hazel irises would lay upon her. Vastimian Majesty faced with her own, one could almost feel the tension. This woman may bare the child of someone he cared for, but this superseded those conditions. Perhaps it was her attitude or the way she carried herself, but it had rubbed the man wrong. Furthermore, her comments has pushed him over the edge.

"You speak of where you was born and have been, but those places do not include Vastime. Your way of insulting my people and justification may be acceptable within these lands, but within my own they are not. Those boundaries have not been respected and you should endeavor to truly learn the people you wish to make deals with."

It was his departing words, turning to leave from the way he came. To be ignorant of each other ways was forgiveable once- to do so twice within the same breath was unforgivable. This land did not sit well with the King of Vastime, and he was not a man to so enter into a contract or deal without respect or loyalty to it's arbiter.