Oath by skies and seas

The sound of the waves hitting the shore resounded in the hall as the discussion went on. Draaro was still standing in the centre of the hall. 

Draaro, quick-witted and perceptive, countered, "Count, I, myself, value strategic alliances. The Blu Islands, with their formidable fleet, are crucial in maintaining dominance over the seas. An alliance with you is not just about the mainland; it's about securing maritime supremacy."

"I think the time now is crucial, as we have a large threat to the kingdom."

The count's eyes narrowed, acknowledging the astuteness of Draaro's argument for the moment. The woman, still observing from the periphery, interjected with a wry smile, "Aren't you a sweet talker, little king? But sweet words won't change the fact that you left your people to fend for themselves in the chaos you abandoned."