11 years before the invasion of Metropolis.
"My lord, a messenger from your daughter's school is here to deliver a message to you," Harros said with a bow,
"Send them in," Myand'r said from his throne, a woman entered the throne room and bowed before the king,
"Rise," The king said, she stood,
"My lord, I come with word from the school of suncastle"
"Has something happened to Korianda'r?" Myand'r asked with concern,
"No, my lord, Princess Korianda'r excels in both her studies and her relations with the other students and the staff, I have actually been sent to speak with you about your other daughter" The king's brow furrowed before softening into a smile,
"The school cannot be serious it is still at least a year before Kommanda'r is to start her studies," He said with a laugh when the woman did not join him he asked, "What is the message?"
"The school wished to have this exchange before your daughter's studies were to begin to save both the school and the royal family some embarrassment" She inhaled "If you apply Princess Kommanda'r for studies at suncastle she will be denied"
"Suncastle has hosted the studies of the royal family for the last hundred years and is currently hosting my eldest daughter, what reason could they have to deny my youngest daughter?"
"As the king is aware the royal family are not the only ones hosted by the school, but most of the higher class of Tamaran, and many of the families have expressed concern at their children studying along side the young Princess,"
"Their children already study beside a Tamaranean Princess, so why the sudden concern?"
"Many of them still associate the Princess with the slaughter at Baro'r" The king glanced at Harros with anger,
"You told me all of that had settled" Harros looked just as surprised as the king had,
"I have only heard whispers of the nonsense, nothing substantial, though I suppose as a general and your personal guard they may not approach me with things of this nature" The king sighed,
"Return to your masters and tell them I will be sending my own messenger to continue this conversation as is it far from over with."
6 Years later, 5 Year before the invasion of Metropolis.
Olleth stood watching the student's filing out of the building at the end of the days studies, her attention was on 1 specific child, a 9 year old girl, with unnaturally pale skin and long black hair, a dark bruise forming over her left eye, Dynnan'r study hall was an odd place for Princess of Tamaran amongst the middle class student's and lower class staff, but Olleth had other interest's in the child.
Once the Princess left her sight she retreated to her office, she pulled a small shade over the window on the door and circled her desk to sit, she pulled a drawer open and slid a small circular metal device onto the desktop,
"What do you have to report?" The face of the Citadel soldier appeared hover above the desk,
"I believe I have an opening to get close to the royalm family."
Tamaranean Palace throne room, later that day.
"My lord a teacher from Kommanda'rs school is here to speak with you, she says it's urgent" Harros said, Myand'r motioned him to let her through, she approached and bowed to him,
"My lord I'm afraid I come baring troubling news"
"What trouble is she making now?" He asked impatiently,
"Not her my lord but the other students, I believe they may be causing harm to your daughter" His expression was unsurprised, he sighed,
"I appreciate your concern and I shall look into it" He said half heartedly,
"I came to offer my services as a private teacher" She was inturrupted by the king raising his hand,
"That will not be necessary, you are dismissed."
Olleth returned home and entered an inner room, she placed the metal device on the floor and the projection of the soldier's face appeared again,
"And?" He said,
"It did not go as expected" She answered before continuing hastily "But I have a new plan"
"Like your last worked so well" He scoffed,
"The king has no intention to stop his daughters abuse, I will use this to fuel her hatered and turn her into a spy in her own family."