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Bryon straightened up as he saw the queen walking towards him. His mind had been elsewhere and when he saw her from the corner of his eye it caught him off guard. He knew it was her because she had come alone as he wanted and he noticed the way that she was dressed and well kept. "Welcome," he said and bowed to her. When he lifted himself he smiled warmly at her. "Yes, I do wish to speak with you about that," he paused for a moment examining her body language. She didn't seem upset, she seemed calm as he did. "May I escort you to the throne room?" he asked. Bryon reached out a hand to her and as she placed hers in his he walked slowly up the stairs with her. When they came to the throne room he opened the door for her then closed it behind him. Bryon had brought a rather large, comfortable chair up to the room for her to sit in. He gestured to it then sat in his own chair. "Please make yourself comfortable, my home is yours milady."

Bryon cleared his throat then spoke. "I want to apologize first for what has happened to your home," he seemed nervous as he spoke about it. He didn't wish to upset her, he couldn't imagine how she felt about it. "I want you to also know that if you need help re-building then I will personally assist you and I will bring along my top men. You can even take resources from my land, I insist." Bryon looked at her, he really meant it when he said it. "Secondly, if you need land then you may have it. I know of some caves and forests, though if you don't want either then I can find some other land that you will like. I want to help you." Bryon let out a heavy breath, now they had to talk about ending this war. "About the war," he didn't break eye contact from her. "I no longer want either of us to suffer from it. I've lost men and so have you. All it's done is cause more problems then we have needed. I had been planning to end it soon but then one of my men became power-hungry and didn't seem to give a damn about anything." he let out a heavy sigh, he wished that he had known what Brishen was planning. Why didn't any of his men inform him? "I think that it's time that we call each other allies rather than enemies." he looked at her waiting for her reply.