Arkaelus felt a bit sorry for her when he turned her down. The pressures on royalty marring out political gain were always among the most stressful of their duties, except for governing during wartime, but those wars rarely occurred in the north. Then the young king thought deeper about the proposal. Why would she ask me? He thought to himself. He knew that Anansai was a completely protected kingdom with an abundance of resources within its borders. They didn't need the things humans did, so what reason was there to marry outside of fae bloodlines? He took a breath. Maybe he was just thinking into it too much.
"So why don't we discuss an alliance....?" Tenanye said with a playful cock of her head. "Over that drink I owe you?" Arkaelus smiled at the thought of having a drink. A realdrink. Not the weak frost wine that they've been drinking. Vodka would end the night on a good tone. In fact the Festival of Nysos was going on that night, which was why he had chosen this particular night to hold the summit, despite the risky weather.
"There's a festival for Nysos going on right now. Wonderful and wrong. How about we drink and chat there?" He asked Tenanye as he walked over to one of the trees and picked two fallen branches off the ground. He molded the two branches into crude masks resembling monsters long forgotten to the world outside the tundra. "It's against tradition to show you face in this festival," He explained, putting on his mask. "That way, whatever sin you commit, no one can hold you responsible the day after. How about?" He asked her. The spell actually took a lot for him to perform and he hoped that the fae queen wouldn't notice. Arkaelus was never big on magic and he often felt inadequate compared to Dorian or some of the leaders at the summit.