Sanaz had forcefully pushed him away, his feet staggering then frowning at her. She couldn't believe he said that! She was worth marrying!? She didn't exactly understand what that had meant, breathing heavily, Sanaz had run out of his office. A feeling of disgust and shivers ran down her spine if she were to ever encounter Guiscard again - who knows what she'd do!

Her feet running past the many Lusitanian soldiers, their eyes peering at her and perhaps wondered why she was running, not exactly like she was supposed to run indoors anyway. Stopping, her hands placed on her legs and panted heavily. Her head shook rapidly as she didn't want to think about that anymore. It was crazy for her to even think she would want to even be with someone like him. He was a Lusitanian after all and...his people invaded her home, they slaughtered the innocent and forced their faith down their throats.

He was a bully, and she had pictured the King to just be a fool. What was he like? She had pictured the Lusitanian King to look quite similar to Guisard - now she had to stop herself from laughing.

"Oh, look here. Aren't you that woman who always serves Silver Mask?"
This voice was different, the brunette had turned around to face the man and before her stood a big man, his face small but wore royal robes. Behind him were two squires holding his robes up. Why is that?

"I am, I'm known as Sanaz."
She introduced, a smile to her face then a curtsy following. A smile came to his face and hands pressed to his cheeks, she was pretty but obviously not old enough - he didn't take an interest in her anyway. The Parsian woman was no match for Queen Tahamine.

"I am King Innocentis VII."
Her eyes widened, he was nothing like she had imagined at all. How was he even related to Guiscard!? Perhaps he was a better ruler than he looked? Still, she wouldn't show all that courtesy towards him, even if he was King, he seemed no better than the Prince.

"I must ask you, Your Majesty-"
"Oh no, you don't need to be so formal."
King Innocentis interrupted, his hands behind his back now as the brunette cleared her throat to start from the beginning.

"-King Innocentis, why did you have to take away our culture? Rob us from what we have and kill anyone who didn't believe in Yaldaboath. I don't think that's right at all, how could you and all the other Lusitanians do this?"
Sanaz stood firm and was rather bold in the words she spoke to the King and yet a few soldiers nearby came dashing with their spears and pointed it at her.

"How dare you speak so rudely to the King!?"
One of them said, all glaring at her.
"Heathen woman, bend the knee!"
Another said, almost jabbing her side with the spear. Her arms folded and looked away from them, she wasn't going to do something like that - he was not the royalty that she followed. She would never.

"I excuse my subject, she's always like this...King Innocentis."
The voice was from the opposite direction, "your Highness..." Sanaz whispered while the Lusitanian soldiers pulled their weapons back. King Innocentis didn't seem to care or mind for that matter at what she said. Silver Mask probably heard what she said, she couldn't keep at this for any longer! Where was another woman to hang out with when she needed?

"You don't need to worry, I shouldn't really tell you Sanaz. We're all doing this in the name of Yaldaboath."
He says then departs right after, she couldn't even believe it. He wasn't going to tell her and why? Lusitanian royals were snobby.

"You didn't need to speak like that Sanaz."
Looking down, she wondered if she had disappointed him because of it? She shouldn't be ashamed for this, should she?

"I'm sorry Your Highness but I felt the need to speak my mind. I know it was rude of me to do so yet I need answers. I just want to dispose of these Lusitanians, they've taken everything away...how much more have we to wait? Until there is no more? Until we are robbed of everything we take pride in?"

Inside, Sanaz wanted to cry; she wanted to dispose of all the Lusitanians in the palace, but sadly being so outnumbered currently she had to wait...but how much longer? Hermes could see she was getting impatient, she was annoyed at how long they had to wait but they had to - he needed more allies and only so few they had. It wasn't enough to claim Ecbatana to his own.

"In due time, patience is all we need. If we were to have more allies then we can strike."
A sigh escaped her lips, guess she really had no choice but to hold on and wait until the moment was right for them to strike, Prince Hermes did seem like he knew what was doing after all.

The next day, the usual had seemed to of been done. Have breakfast, prepare herself and a stroll around the Kingdom. With Prince Hermes nowhere to be seen, Sanaz had decided to find Guiscard once again, she had to keep an eye on him after all and needed to know his plans and see if he would tell her.

Stopping, something in the air was off - it was funny and yet...familiar. Rubbing her nose the female looked around and kept walking ahead then stopped when seeing Guiscard exit a room and hands on his robe to fix himself up properly. Giggles from the room, they were from women.

"You reek, when's the last time you washed?"
Sanaz coughed, giving the Prince a nasty look. She could tell he was mad, the veins were popping out from his face; it still looked so hilarious.

"If you must know heathen, I wash frequently."
Like she'd believe him, her arms folded for a moment to think.

"You smell just like Daryun and Narsus did back in the day..."
The brunette sighed, her arms unfolded and right hand raised to place upon her face and squeeze the bridge of her nose with her finger and thumb.

It seemed interesting that she would mention those two, Hermes had briefly mentioned them both to him, Narsus the one who came up with the plans and Daryun who was the knight and known as a Marzban of Pars.

He didn't want to say anything but didn't like that she mentioned their names.
"Either way, it's disgusting."
Sanaz had to be frank with him, even if the Prince didn't like it - she didn't care at all.

"I'd talk longer, but I don't want to have to puke in front of his royal highness."
She had done a curtsy and pretended like she had a dress on as if to piss him off. An evil chuckle emitted from her mouth, he knew she was only mocking him and she enjoyed it!

A smirk came to his face as he rested his hand on his hip, "I should get out of your way but I can't. Should I make you smell like me too?"
He teased and immediately the brunette backed off.

"As if I want to scratch myself with all that sleeping around you do. It's no wonder you're still single!"
Sanaz laughed, while Guiscard's fist clutched and growled at her. The Parsian woman really knew how to irritate him, he would hit her; but he wasn't someone who would do that.

"Urg, I can't believe you sleep around like Daryun and Narsus...I'm sure they've stopped...I think."

She mumbles, not really sure however they perhaps other important business to take care off than going to brothels. Remembering when Daryun had found a good 'place' they could go but Sanaz was busy that day and only went with Narsus, then attempted to take her afterwards.

Only in which she refused when seeing it was a brothel, for one, she hadn't revealed she was a female and wouldn't want to sleep with other women - that would make her shudder if she was found out.

It didn't seem like Guiscard could even say anything back, it was true after all.
"...and how old are you? Fifty? Gross."

Mocking him again, her feet departing away from him as she could still hear him growling. He wouldn't let that one up go, but as long as she could piss someone off; she could be able to enjoy her stay.

Meanwhile, in a land so far off. A man dashing on a horse from Maryam to Pars, he had heard about the invasion, and there was only one person on his mind that he was concerned about. He was many years late with them coming together, but the promise of her father's death has been fulfilled and now...they are engaged!

"I'm coming, Lady Sanaz!"