tell that really, since their prejudices would prevent that from happening. She was trying to see past that, in case he was older than she believed. That made him feel a bit better about her, since, if nothing else, she was attempting not to insult him. That had to be a good sign.
"That won't matter today. Just tell Richard and Constance that I'm standing for you and your people, and mean it and it will be enough, I think. It will take them off guard if nothing else." It almost had to. It was just so unexpected.
There was silence then, as they moved through the air at thousands of miles per hour. It didn't feel like they moved at all, but it was just turning to twilight as they approached the Capital. The glowing purple river that surrounded the place lit the way from about twenty miles off, and the Palace had exterior lights, as well as a group of about fifty people waiting for them to land.
"Right, so, as soon as we get out, you need to lay on the ground. It's a bit of a dirt patch here, but if you don't the Royal Guard will go all... guardly on us and make threats and push a Truth amulet on you. Do it yourself first, and you'll look better. Affirm that you mean no harm and start in on your apologies, if the King is there. I think I see him. He's hard to miss." That was just the truth, since he was the biggest person there practically. There was one that was larger, but Timon wasn't certain who it was, the light not being good enough for that from the angle they were coming in from, even as the people looked up.
The Countess took a deep breath and straightened as they slowly floated to the ground. It was how people signaled they were friendly, coming in slow like that.
"Right. Time to kneel and deliver then."
Timon smiled, knowing that he probably wasn't supposed to get the reference at all. It was a tame way of saying it, for a noble woman.
"Suck hard, and make sure to swallow it all. You need to make a good impression." The reply actually got the woman next to him to blink and then smile a bit.
"If only that was all that was needed. It would be less humiliating."
She stepped from the craft, and held up the Truth amulet carefully, activating it slowly enough that the guards would know it wasn't a weapon. Then, carefully, she put it around her neck and laid on her stomach the side of her face on the bare dirt, the King and Queen moving forward carefully from behind a human shield wall of purple and black clad bodies as soon as she did it.
Then, just as Timon had suggested, she begged. Hard. Tears flowing nearly the whole time. She swore fealty not once, but three times, adding in her support of the Prince and the Princesses and her admiration of the Kingdom's Counselors as well for good measure. The others standing around were mainly other fairly well placed and loyal nobles, but no one mocked her, or laughed as she mumbled her surrender.
That was when Timon stepped in however.
"Actually, this isn't a surrender at all. It's a declaration of peace between you. Just to clarify the arrangement." Looking at the Military Counselor, Smythe of Westend, he smiled. Of all the people there he was the one that Tim liked best. It was a close tie, since Prince Alphonse was there too. Karina wasn't, for some reason, which was a shame. She was a nice girl, and cute. True, that was a problem for him now, since any hint of sexual interest reminded him of horrid pain, but that just had to be faced, if it wasn't going to cripple him in the long run. The idea of dealing with that scared him, so he didn't think about it at the moment, or at least tried not to.
The King actually smiled and gave him a small half bow. The kind that one would give to an equal, even that was a bit out of keeping given the situation.
"I do believe that you're correct, Countier Baker. Come, Heather, rise and let's be friends again. I think that all are satisfied here?" The words were exactly correct. Perfect in fact, and said with a gentleness that was