"I beg your pardon?" Vhelian queried, raising an eyebrow to the man's remark, "Do you know that an accusation can count as a show of opposition to the Royal Family?"
The man immediately waved his hands, flustered that Vhelian's voice was louder than desired.
"Young Master, that's not what I meant. Please hear me out first, alright?"
"Speak, and make sure that your excuse is reasonable."
"Thank you for your consideration."
Before continuing, the man took a glance at the Royal Family. The first Noble to have an audience with the Emperor was already halfway in explaining their disposition. However, it wasn't going as smoothly as everyone thought the audience would be.
By all means, smoothly didn't entail that the Emperor would just go and agree to every request that would be brought up. The norm of the verdict would be either a swift rejection or a conditional agreement after an onerous interrogation.