I will break into your thoughts...

A look of concern washed over his stern features. A princess, now queen of Judila sat before him. He remembered the only time he had been permitted to leave the caves of his home was on a caravan to visit each kingdom of the homeland. He had been just a yearling at the time and the leaders there had no children... He was three now and she seemed rather young. He didn't recall any news of any of the kingdoms birthing their heirs... He had been too secluded.

It sounded like this event had happened recently, perhaps even after he had left.
"Hmm... I don't know if any of the gods have sent me. I wish I could help your endeavors, but... you're the first I've come across from the homeland. And I was..." He paused, there weren't many who knew of his previous status, and this woman... would probably know him for sure.

"I was the Next Oracle of Hireath. Before my uncle, the High Oracle Aryn sent assassins after me, putting his son Ultyre on the seat. My brother, King Tarys... did... Do you have news of him?" His beloved brother, they were supposed to rule together. Did Aryn try to kill him too? Was this plot so beyond the gods that the High Oracle became as corrupt as that?

"Speech!"