User:Pikapi/GITM WIP

Norsak 'Zaremee reclined into his crystal zinc throne, sighing as he attentively examined the roasted, cooled, purple Ontaan waiting in his right palm. Upon confirming that it would do, he swiftly sunk his teeth into the tangy delicacy. He didn't allow his mind time to consider how rare such fruit were, and how greatly they were desired by lower Sangheili. Obligated to live up to his egocentric nature, he merely grazed the fruit's outer layers, tossing the undesirables to a platinum tray waiting on the far opposite of the grand hall.

'Zaremee tiredly watched as one of his personal culinarians entered the room to fetch the fruit and dispose of it. His gaze anxiously shifted towards the unexpected visitor, who had apparently been escorted. He quickly recognized this officer as a Field Marshall. After minutes of reverent pacing towards his majesty, the Sangheili began,

"Gracious Saviour, we have received word from the southern front. Field Marshall 'Xotanee fells that he must pursue our enemy, and that he is certain of success."