Moloch studied Aada's expression as she replied. He could tell that she was choosing her words carefully. He could tell that her brother was heavily influenced by his Council either due to them either having enough influence to challenge him or simple trust. Moloch resisted the urge to shake his head. He was always in for a culture shock when it came to the governments of different nations. Drake was an Absolute Monarchy. The Royal Family had the blood of gods and dragons running through their veins and those who plotted against the king never lived long enough to savor their victory. Moloch would know. His first act as king was to exact retribution for his parents' murders and bring fire and blood to Valyria.
"A pity... I would welcome you and your brother into my kingdom with great honor. Perhaps the Circle of Magi will change his mind," Moloch told her with a smile, "Your presence would bring new light into my kingdom."
Meekness was not in his nature.
Kallias listened intently as Akhil described his people, particularly the women. He felt himself grin in excitement. He had traveled as much as Moloch allowed him to and in his travels, he had searched for true love, though he had yet to find such love among his lust-filled adventures. This did not discourage him, however. Kallias was many things, but those who knew him would be the first to admit that he was a true servant of Lila, goddess of love.
"Strangely, we do not have a goddess of fire. Perhaps I will bring back one of her priests," he told his fellow prince with a grin, "I would be honored to attend the festival. You simply must introduce me to your lady, sister. If she is truly the worst offended, I must behold her with my own eyes, though Fate may deem me unworthy of her notice."
Idly, he wondered if his brother would approve. Inwardly, Kallis pushed that thought away. He was in no danger. Besides, adventure in the fiery sands of the south beckoned. It would be just like the stories.