The Griffin of Vandemar
High Imperator of the Rim-Guard
As Aiglos sat down the chair was giving a very hearable and noticeable noise of strain. It was clearly not designed to hold a man of his weight but apparently it would do, he showed no sign of discomfort or care about the seat. He sitting there with his arms on the table and his hands folded, offering a nod to the Empress.
"I am simply not tolerating any false connection the Outlander had brought up between the ruler of the ancient Sith Empire and The Most Benevolent Eternal Emperor of the Empire of Zakuul. Simple as that. I was raised and trained on Zakuul in the light of His Grace and that is more than enough for me to tell truth and lie apart. It was shocking that someone claiming the same title now is believing such nonsense.
But as you said, apparently you and your predecessor just stole the name and nothing else, embracing the original goal of His Imperial Majesty Valkorion and adding to it, but only embodying it through the Wardens of the Shroud. Killing the Will of the Force and the Force itself. Is that true or was it just more propaganda to lie to me?"
Ecthelions voice is as neutral as it could get compared to the night before. Dry and mechanical he is speaking while his never blinking eyes observe the woman. In his thoughts he was running through the benefits this Empire is offering while also thinking about his successful but subtle invasion of the Core and the meetings with two more imperial doctrines.