“We found her on the outskirts, hiding out in the Everfree” Pharynx stood tall as Thorax continued to just stare. He noticed something among the physical restraints. Around Chrysalis’ neck, along with the clamp, was a bejeweled necklace(or collar depending on the way you look at it). He recognized that item and its purpose. It was a magic inhibitor, which limited her abilities to little more than slowly levitating small objects a few feet off the ground. She couldn’t fly, couldn’t shape shift, and could barely use magic. On top of all that, Chrysalis had been stripped of her throne, devoid of a people to rule. 'She’s completely helpless’. That one sentence filled Thorax’s mind, seemingly on an endless loop. He was broken from his deep thought when Pharynx got his attention .
“*Ahem*If I may ask sir, what should we do with her?” Pharynx continued, “She is guilty of attempted usurpation of the Royal sisters and trying to take over all of Equestria. Twice no less.” Thorax looked to Pharynx, and back to Chysalis again. His “brother” was right, that was a factor to consider. Chrysalis was a wanted fugitive and essentially a terrorist. However, there was another thing to think about. As previously mentioned, she has nothing to her name. No people, no kingdom, no crown. To turn her in would be rubbing salt in her wounds. And what will happen to her once she is taken away? How would Chysalis be punished? Celestia is not one fond of execution, but the people would be in revolt if that, or something similar, was not the sentence. He had to make a decision. And considering everything, there was only one thing to do.
“Leave us.” The words were said in a low tone as they left Thorax’s mouth.
“Yes sir, I—What?,” Phynrax thought his ears were out of whack, “You want us to leave?” He picked at the inside of his ear in an attempt to remove some blockage that wasn’t there. Thorax put on a calm neutral face, and simply nodded.
“Yes, and leave Chysalis here.” At that remark, Phynrax’s eyes shot wide open.
“WHAT!!”, shouting with a voice that might have shook the Throne Room ceiling, “You expect me to-”.
Thorax maintained his calm tone and face as he interrupted with a simple, “Yes, I do.”
Phynrax was flabbergasted, almost speechless as he stumbled over his words, “B-b-but she-” It was now Thorax who put a hoof to Phynrax’s mouth so that he may continue to speak.
“I know, and I get that your worried. But I need you to trust me on this. I’ll be fine, okay?” With a sigh, Phynrax gave in to his “brother’s” wishes, leaving the room with the guards a few steps ahead. With one last creak, the doors closed. Now, there was nothing. Just a rising king, a fallen queen, and a room. A quiet, quiet room.
On the other side of the doors, a trooper looked up at his superior officer.
“Do you believe him?” asked the soldier. Phynrax looked down him unsure of what to say.
“What?” his face only slightly reflecting his confusion.
“I mean Thorax sir. Do you believe him when he says ‘he’ll be fine’?” the soldier pressed his question. With a heavy sigh, Phynrax gave the most honest answer he could.
“I don’t know,” he said “I just...really don’t know.”