The Dras, his alabaster skin and silver hair glistening in the sunlight stood and bowed politely.
"Please, think nothing of it my friend." Ishay said with a smile "Your nation fared worse than mine at his hands. But I digress, he's earned a rare life sentence and won't be causing any further problems."
The two royal guardsmen shifted position before a now promoted TSgt Vemel said "Your majesties, perhaps we should be returning to the castle? A summer snow storm has been forecast for tonight"