Jasper's eyes flashed, and he almost groaned out loud. He was equipped to deal with one spoiled brat, but two of them? He looked quickly at Na'il. Okay, three spoiled brats.
He looked imploringly at Persea. She might be spoiled, but maybe the Shah wasn't as thoroughly stupid as Rune. He could hope. "Now, your majesty, please, be reasonable. Rune here," he pointed back at his young charge, "is under certain duress, having just received a head wound, and his earlier shouting has left him exhausted. I believe that he will be able to continue conversing at a later time, when he's rested, right Rune?"
Rune shook his head. "I'm just fine Jasper, and I can give the Shah here," he gestured at Persea, "the words she so strongly desires to hear."
The man-servants hopes got up for maybe half a second before he remember exactly who it was that he had in his charge. "Now Rune..."
But the young man was paying him no attention. "I'm sorry... that you are unfortunate enough to be the figure-head ruler of this sad second-rate city in the middle of nowhere that people only humor because it used to be important." He laughed cruelly. "There's your apology lady, take it or leave it."