Prince and Princess

Heather scowled at the Ambassador as he was dragged in by the Sergeant. He always hated the slimy man for many reasons, and if he was dragged in that means they had to arrest him. The Sergeant only stayed long enough to salute Heather and Verka before leaving, slapping Nathan on the back and dragging him along as well.

"But-" Nathan tried to protest as Trevor pushed him through the doorway.

"Hoy. It's rusalki business, Nathan." Trevor said, clicking the door closed.

"Indeed it is." Heather said, still seated. "I'll put it simply, so that even you can understand Vamir. Your Rangers fucked up bad. A child nearly died because none of them thought to ask questions."

"Why is any of this my problem?" Vamir groaned, still laying on the floor where the guards left him. "Go talk to the Rangers up north."

"Because I'm taking an army." Verka shouted, grabbing Vamir by the collar. "We should have slain all your misbegotten kind long ago during the first war in the North!"

"Verka-" Heather began to say, but was cut off.

"She's a child, father!" Verka said, turning to shout at Heather. "They nearly killed a child over prejudice!"

"How about..." Vamir started to say, causing Verka to shoot him a withering glare, but he continued anyway. "You tell me exactly what happened. From the start."

"Actually doing your job for once?" Heather asked, raising an eyebrow. "But fine."

Heather explained the situation to Vamir, leaving out the detail of who rescued Mira. But Vamir merely shrugged his shoulders afterwards.

"Seems nobody involved did anything wrong. Assumptions and mistakes were made yes, but did anybody actually do anything wrong?" Vamir asked. "Enough that I needed to be arrested?"

"She nearly died, idiot!" Verka said, slapping Vamir in the face.

"And we might have been all better off for it if she had, hmmm?" Vamir said, rubbing his face. "Think about it. Who would miss one teenager? I know apart from your family, your species isn't exactly big on familial ties."