Louis remained silent for the entirety of the short flight. His thoughts however, were troubled. Was this person really a true DeFrance? Would he be the one to replace Charles?
And the most important: Would his lead be at least somewhat competent? He tried to rest his mind when the shuttle approached the landing site of an old, dilapidated Bretonian ground base.
Nothing where one would expect a king. "Totally not a trap..." He whispered so quietly that he believed neither Dumont nor Gauthier could hear him.
There were no disturbances during the landing, what made Louis calm down a little. The shuttle slowly opened its door.
What could be seen, was a lone man, having his hands hidden behind his back. By that gesture alone, Clèment expected a trap.
With only a small move of his hand, he ordered the two guards he brought with him, to exit the ship first.
When it became clear, that the person in front of the ship was no threat, Louis took a quick glance at the two women accompanying him, and decided it would be impolite to wait for them to enter the potentially dangerous situation first.
He quickly decided to leave the vessel shortly after his guards, who took position on the left and right side of the exit, not giving the "prince" any attention at all.
Louis walked slowly towards DeFrance, but decided not to get closer than five meters from him.
He tried his best to hide, that he lost some of his manners during the war and bowed slightly to the prince.
"Your highness, amiral Louis Clèment, Chevalier de Cosne-Cours, at your service."
While he didn't want to give this man not too much appreciation before his ancestry was proven, he also wouldn't like the possible new king of Gallia to be his enemy.
So he didn't dare to speak again until DeFrance told him to.
