Your Majesty, I accept the clarity of your statement, though I note its rigidity. I did not light Zemetria’s flame to compete with the Flame of the Crowned Steppe, but neither will I snuff it to avoid the appearance of brightness. Protocol, as you say, grants the Throne the right to steward this union — yet protocol, too, grants its members the right to speak plainly when the light falters or casts shadow.
Zemetria will continue to abide by the accords. We will also continue to speak without fear, for that is the courage the Protectorates claim to champion. If the scepter commands the light, let it illuminate the path ahead, not merely the gilded steps of the throne room.