Disclaimer: Non of this is mine. Sorry it's sorta short.
The Imperial envoy walked into the Throne Room, his long blue robes skimming the red carpet, and bearing a small square box. covered in leather and sealed with silver.
As he reached the Throne he knelt curved black mustache brushing his knee as he bowed his near bald head.
"His Excellency of the Wolf Crown, Emperor Mells sends you greetings, Highness and sends you this gift." He spoke the words slowly and carefully.
"We accept the Emperor's salutation and thank him for his gift." Said the white clad women on the throne.
The envoy opened the seal and raised the lid of the box. The white clad body-guards drew tightly around the throne. Everyone peered into the box. Bars of dark brown filled the box along with jars of a syrup version of the bars.
"Chocolate," The envoy said proudly.
A gray clad figure peered around the throne, "Dirt?" The youth asked her face showing her confusion. "I mean, I'm all for uniting the countries, but isn't this taking it a little far?"
"Lyra!" Admonished one of the bodyguards.
"Sorry, Elspeth. But it's dirt right-" Elspeth's hand covered the girls mouth. "Mmph. Mmph mmph mph!"
"Not dirt my lady, chocolate, you eat it." the envoy said.
"You want us to eat dirt?"
"No no no. Chocolate."
"Yes, dirt."
"Lyra!" whispered Elspeth, voice tight with restrained laughter.
"But he wants us to eat dirt!"
"It's chocolate, my lady!" the envoy interjected.
"Yes we know! Chomaltew or whatever. Why can't we just call it dirt?"
"Because, ladyship, it's not dirt, it's chocolate"
"It looks like dirt."
"Its made out of ground up beans."
"Why would we want to eat powdered beans?"
"Because it tastes good"
"Ground up beans?"
At that point Lyra was yanked out of the throne room by Elspeth.
Strange... Chocolate never caught on well in Valdemar.
The Imperial envoy walked into the Throne Room, his long blue robes skimming the red carpet, and bearing a small square box. covered in leather and sealed with silver.
As he reached the Throne he knelt curved black mustache brushing his knee as he bowed his near bald head.
"His Excellency of the Wolf Crown, Emperor Mells sends you greetings, Highness and sends you this gift." He spoke the words slowly and carefully.
"We accept the Emperor's salutation and thank him for his gift." Said the white clad women on the throne.
The envoy opened the seal and raised the lid of the box. The white clad body-guards drew tightly around the throne. Everyone peered into the box. Bars of dark brown filled the box along with jars of a syrup version of the bars.
"Chocolate," The envoy said proudly.
A gray clad figure peered around the throne, "Dirt?" The youth asked her face showing her confusion. "I mean, I'm all for uniting the countries, but isn't this taking it a little far?"
"Lyra!" Admonished one of the bodyguards.
"Sorry, Elspeth. But it's dirt right-" Elspeth's hand covered the girls mouth. "Mmph. Mmph mmph mph!"
"Not dirt my lady, chocolate, you eat it." the envoy said.
"You want us to eat dirt?"
"No no no. Chocolate."
"Yes, dirt."
"Lyra!" whispered Elspeth, voice tight with restrained laughter.
"But he wants us to eat dirt!"
"It's chocolate, my lady!" the envoy interjected.
"Yes we know! Chomaltew or whatever. Why can't we just call it dirt?"
"Because, ladyship, it's not dirt, it's chocolate"
"It looks like dirt."
"Its made out of ground up beans."
"Why would we want to eat powdered beans?"
"Because it tastes good"
"Ground up beans?"
At that point Lyra was yanked out of the throne room by Elspeth.
Strange... Chocolate never caught on well in Valdemar.