They seem even more concerned with pure bloodlines than elven royalty is. Something about descending from the moon. [Ankari waves it off, unsure if he's speaking truth or not, which always sits uneasy in his chest. Ignorance is no excuse for lies.]

I am truly unsure. Still, they called him prince and said he would be rewarded by becoming King of Stilmyst as our conqueror. Seeing that play out I, hastily, I offered myself as his tribute groom. If an elven royal was kept in place, then my people wouldn't scatter to the winds. I spun a story to their council about how liken to bees we are, how a hive needs a queen- [a hiccup of a noise escape him- he then rubs his face with some self conscious embarrassment-] -A, a, and yes, I know how that puts me in such a position, metaphorical. Not precisely flattering, given that queen bees are a sorts of broad mares to a hive. Shhhhh about that.

[they may chatting in public about this, but Ankari is being hush-hush in his tone to keep it just... between them.]