Accordingly, there's a project he picks back up that he was only tinkering with before his marriage. He'd like to reinvent the fountain that heals familiars, have there be others in strategic locations, so that spellbinders don't need to rush to the capitol to avoid being unmade. Progress on the project's always been slow, there's a reason that it hasn't just been reinvented immediately after the spell charts were lost, but he's got some very good reasons to work on it with a near-obsessive zeal.
One day, to his utter surprise, when he goes to find another portion of the spell-chart to complete, he can't find it. He stares at the chart, stunned. Then he starts checking his work. It takes him a few days to finish the corrections.
Then he's done. He's remade a revolutionary spell chart.
He picks up the huge spell chart, does his best to fold it down to a reasonable travel size, and then heads off to show the nearest spell binder - Iobel.
Iobel tells Cricket to stay close to the fountain with at least a paw in until she comes to get him and that she will be back as soon as she can to get him out and, yes, feed him. She picks him up and kisses his forehead and puts him down again and then she leads Edarial out, skirting close to the wall of the next building over and the edge of the blockade.
Edarial follows, silently and looking over the blockade with a look of dismay.
"Are we going to do this all night?" asks one of the rescue workers. "I don't give a damn about your political squabbles, there's - your majesties!"
The activists are startled and turn to look right at Edarial and Iobel, holding hands and standing through a shallow area of rubble.
"What," says Edarial, a touch of actual anger in his voice, "do you idiots think you're doing?"
"Your majesty," says the same rescue worker, "they turned over the binder who did the collapsing nice and tidy and she's confessed, too, but then said they didn't want you dug out 'till they had a chance to talk to Prince Zevros about their political thing, wouldn't let us by, technically can't arrest them for standing there. We didn't think you were alive, majesties."
"You realize," he says in a dangerous tone, "that there were other people that were under that building, too? People that had nothing to do with politics, or the monarchy, or anything. All they were doing was their job. And now they are all dead. If you'd have let the rescue workers do their fucking job, they might not be. They could have been alive an hour ago, they could have been alive two hours ago, and then a spellbinder could have fixed them and they would not be dead."
"Okay, then you can come with me to tell their families, and explain to them that their loved ones are dead. Because you had an agenda. Tell me, what are you going to say, how are you going to voice your argument there, hmm?"
He laughs, a little, but it's not a nice laugh. "Fuck, I even agreed to the damn constitution! It's a good idea! I was going to make it happen when I got home! But! I couldn't get home to do it because there was a motherfucking building on me!"
"Yes," says Iobel. "I'm under a spell that would let me see them through the rubble if they were alive, and I don't."
The rescue worker slumps.
And then he looks back at the protestors and his face is ice. Silent. Judging.
"You are," he growls to them, "exceedingly lucky that I am not going to arrest you. I could, you would go on trial for negligence and impeding a rescue operation. If you ever put your cause before human lives again, I will not hesitate to do it. Do you understand me?"
"Of course, your majesty," replies the rescue worker, and he directs his people in, follows Iobel's instructions about where to start to get at the cat and the snake, and has a path made for two reasonably agile and little animals before the wall-walk has worn off.
"Thank you very much," says Edarial, sincerely to the rescue worker. "Do you want - money or a reward of some kind?"
He sounds so tired, now.
Iobel catches Cricket when he jumps into her arms. She starts murmuring in his ear to explain what's happened.
Berathyme surveys the results, but does not ask to know what happened. Time for that later, when she is not surrounded by people that don't know she speaks all languages ever.
"No, no," Iobel murmurs back. "These people are not terrible. The people who were shouting at Edarial before and wanted him to change the system of government were getting in their way so that they would be there if Zevros came to get his brother."
There is a pause, and then Cricket launches into a long, eloquent tirade about the terrible protestors and why their ideas are bad and they are awful. This tirade is only about 15% on the subject of Iobel being excellent and her queenhood being superior to any other possible system of governance.
At one particularly correct point, he laughs softly, smiling.