AN: I didn't really like how Bartra didn't REALLY dole out punishment, or actually tell the Knights to look their victims in the eye (or try to). This is fairly crackish.
Bartra looked disheartedly at the knights around him, eventually gazing at his former Fox Sin. Ban stood loose limbed and disinterested, facing into the distance. Bartra stopped for a second, as he witnessed a vision.
Small and pretty, a floating girl with short blonde hair floated around the tall man. 'Elaine, Princess of the Fairy Realm, and sister to King Harlequin' his mind told him. Bans' clothing morphed from the battered red leather pants, to a darker pair that flared over his combat boots, and a long coat hung from his shoulders, belted at the waist over his bare chest. Around his neck, the pale man wore a choker that mirrored the Princess' tiara.
When his knights asked him to pass judgement, he cleared his throat and said "You will repay the kingdom by rebuilding it, looking your victims in the eye." He waited a beat for the noise to quiet down and said pointedly "Except you two, Gilthunder and Griamore." Turning to Harlequin, he jested "Do we not have to train future princes well, my fellow king?" Everyone stared at him, when, eyes twinkling, he asked Ban "And you, Fox Sin, what punishment do you recommend for your fellow future princes? After all, you will marry Elaine, while these two-" sending them a sidelong glance "Will likely marry my elder daughters."
Ban snickered at the stupefied expressions on the knights. King hugged Chastifol, chuckling himself, and asked Bartra "Are you treating them as the men they must be, or the men they will be?" Bartra considered, and finally shrugged.
After he quieted down, Ban cleared his throat, and spoke quietly "The worst thing after the Forest burned was that I never saw Elaine again. If you are looking for the most painful punishment for your future sons-on-law . . . Exile them." Bartra nodded. "In one week, Gilthunder and Griamore, you may take a companion or two, but you must be gone from the capital for three years." Bowing, both men quickly left his presence, Veronica and Margaret looked at him with wide eyes.
So the years unfolded. Once it came out that the most likely grooms of the elder princesses were travelling the kingdom, and other lands, letters poured in from all over, telling the princesses where their knights had been. Elizabeth sent letters often, updating her sisters and assuring them of Gilthunder and Griamores' devotion.