Royal Council of Egelion

[Louis]

Councilor Mondragon

While I share your concerns, Head Councilor, I do not believe we must be so quick so misjudge the Prince's intentions, when he has not even had the opportunity to lead! I do not share the idea that we must be hesitant of the Prince of Amateria. He has studied for long to inherit the throne, we must not shred his confidence until he has had proper time to lead.

Councilor Cascabel

Ah!, There she goes again, little miss perfect. The Prince needs to have COJONES of steel... of a bull--of a lion! I will have no small-dick pansy leading this council--this country! We need a strong man like Amadeo.

Councilor Ibarra

Listen, Councilor Cascabel, what is not what we have at the moment. We cannot go ahead and reject the birth right of the Prince. You are either with him or not....... You would not want me to divulge your disloyalty to His Highness, now would you?

Councilor Ortega

That is enough! Seize this miscreant behavior. You are councilors of Egelion and yet here you sit, debating the abilities of our prince! I do not believe we should be so fast to discredit anyone, much less the King for he still lives. We must invite the prince and--

The door of the councilor chamber opens in the fury. Royal Guard pour in. A cold, brisk winter gust fills the room, making some of the candle chandeliers lose its flames. The smell of scented smoke, the outside air, and a feint taste of bergamot fills the room. The Prince enters the room, his boots click on the floor as his cape is heard dragging the floor. He walks over to the front of the room and sits in the King's chair.


Prince Amadeo

My dear councilors, please, continue your debate.