ROYALTY INTERNATIONAL
THE EMPEROR AND THE PRINCESS
FOURTEEN MONTHS AFTER THE EVENTS OF 'Paradise Found'
The life of a princess was one of various business. You were a motivational speaker, you were a media scapegoat. You were a symbol of power, and a symbol of a nation. You were a supernatural being, but you were always a person. Being an emperor, you were so much more. Being together and of different nations, time was difficult to find.
Princess Talia was fifth-in-line to the New Hayesalian throne. With a standout smile and medium-length blonde hair, she stood as a rather strikingly pretty woman with a deep love for skydiving. Emperor Zellan III Destroniki was Zellatian head of state, a man of supernatural standing as a descendent of Zell. His two children were well-mannered, but he was a unfortunately a single father- his wife having sadly passed away.
However, one warm day in Watrova, New Hayesalia, had aligned the two royals. The events had proceeded rapidly with the help of a dozen or so mango daiquiris, and the morning after was actually a gateway to something bigger.
FARIN VALLEY, PILTOMANA
The lush rainforests of Piltomana were ones which quickly turned coniferous and moved into some of the New Hayesalian mainlands snowy ranges- the Amulap Ranges. There was a standing part to this land. A small resort, a group of wooden huts so secluded the only way in or our was by helicopter.
The valley was amazing. The green fields were lush, as deep and vividly green as grapevines. The grass was uniform, the terrain iself almost waves. Mountains stood on either side, and on cloudy days the sun shone down into the valley from one visible direction. In dips in these waves, trees grew in uniformly long, thin lines. Walking tracks led to a river, and everything was remarkably... open. The air was moist, fresh. The temperature was cool- not so low as to call it cold, but cool enough to warrant bringing a light jacket.
Today was one of those sweet, sweet days. And today, the walking tracks could see a couple dressed for cooler weather trodding down one of the long walking trails to the river. The river itself was clear- you could easily look into the water and see the bottom below. There was no beach- the grass simply dived, cleanly, into the water.
The couple were the royals. The couple were Zellan and Talia, on a morning stroll in the clouded valley. The jumpers they wore kept them warm, but for Zellan it meant more than that. The two finished the half hour walk to the river hand in hand, talking about everything they could think of. The conversation was natural, intimiate, sincere... loving. It was quite textbook, and it meant the time together was special.
As they arrived, Zellan stopped talking. It was 7:22am, and in one minute the sun would rise. The Zellatian took the New Hayesalians other hand, and brought her towards him. And he began to spoke- nervously, at first- but with such drive to say it that it seemed to freeze all time and space around them. They were in this country of billions of people... and at this moment, only the two really existed. Of course; Zellan's formal accent remained well in place.
"Talia... I am a man of love to you. You are my partner, you are the essence of my love, the ether which keeps me alive. I find myself indebted to you, as a most gracious woman and one which I admire and wish to forever hold alongside me. You are my love. And Talia, as the sun rises on this island, where nobody treads this moment, I ask you only one thing."
He bent down to his knee, and brought a velvet box from the inside of his jacket.
"Will you marry me?"
Until the Zellatian bent down with the box in and, Talia had been thrown off-guard- what was the occasion? Now she understood with immense clarity. And the feeling overwhelmed her.
Never before in her life had Princess Talia Granville I been truly speechless. And now, that had been shattered in it's entirity. She simply dropped to him, as the sun rose, and whispered a faint yes, as she embaraced him and kissed him lovingly.
She didn't stop holding him until the sun had rose completely.
The life of a princess was one of various business. You were a motivational speaker, you were a media scapegoat. You were a symbol of power, and a symbol of a nation. You were a supernatural being, but you were always a person. Being an emperor, you were so much more. Being together and of different nations, time was difficult to find.
Princess Talia was fifth-in-line to the New Hayesalian throne. With a standout smile and medium-length blonde hair, she stood as a rather strikingly pretty woman with a deep love for skydiving. Emperor Zellan III Destroniki was Zellatian head of state, a man of supernatural standing as a descendent of Zell. His two children were well-mannered, but he was a unfortunately a single father- his wife having sadly passed away.
However, one warm day in Watrova, New Hayesalia, had aligned the two royals. The events had proceeded rapidly with the help of a dozen or so mango daiquiris, and the morning after was actually a gateway to something bigger.
FARIN VALLEY, PILTOMANA
The lush rainforests of Piltomana were ones which quickly turned coniferous and moved into some of the New Hayesalian mainlands snowy ranges- the Amulap Ranges. There was a standing part to this land. A small resort, a group of wooden huts so secluded the only way in or our was by helicopter.
The valley was amazing. The green fields were lush, as deep and vividly green as grapevines. The grass was uniform, the terrain iself almost waves. Mountains stood on either side, and on cloudy days the sun shone down into the valley from one visible direction. In dips in these waves, trees grew in uniformly long, thin lines. Walking tracks led to a river, and everything was remarkably... open. The air was moist, fresh. The temperature was cool- not so low as to call it cold, but cool enough to warrant bringing a light jacket.
Today was one of those sweet, sweet days. And today, the walking tracks could see a couple dressed for cooler weather trodding down one of the long walking trails to the river. The river itself was clear- you could easily look into the water and see the bottom below. There was no beach- the grass simply dived, cleanly, into the water.
The couple were the royals. The couple were Zellan and Talia, on a morning stroll in the clouded valley. The jumpers they wore kept them warm, but for Zellan it meant more than that. The two finished the half hour walk to the river hand in hand, talking about everything they could think of. The conversation was natural, intimiate, sincere... loving. It was quite textbook, and it meant the time together was special.
As they arrived, Zellan stopped talking. It was 7:22am, and in one minute the sun would rise. The Zellatian took the New Hayesalians other hand, and brought her towards him. And he began to spoke- nervously, at first- but with such drive to say it that it seemed to freeze all time and space around them. They were in this country of billions of people... and at this moment, only the two really existed. Of course; Zellan's formal accent remained well in place.
"Talia... I am a man of love to you. You are my partner, you are the essence of my love, the ether which keeps me alive. I find myself indebted to you, as a most gracious woman and one which I admire and wish to forever hold alongside me. You are my love. And Talia, as the sun rises on this island, where nobody treads this moment, I ask you only one thing."
He bent down to his knee, and brought a velvet box from the inside of his jacket.
"Will you marry me?"
Until the Zellatian bent down with the box in and, Talia had been thrown off-guard- what was the occasion? Now she understood with immense clarity. And the feeling overwhelmed her.
Never before in her life had Princess Talia Granville I been truly speechless. And now, that had been shattered in it's entirity. She simply dropped to him, as the sun rose, and whispered a faint yes, as she embaraced him and kissed him lovingly.
She didn't stop holding him until the sun had rose completely.
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LONG LIVE THE QUEEN- LONG LIVE NEW HAYESALIA.
COMPATIENS, LIBERA, ET CONTUMAX
While it is well within the knowledge from media sources that Her Royal Highness Princess Talia Granville I and His Imperial Excellency Emperor Zellan III Destroniki have been engaged to wed. They proposed in the New Hayesalian Province of Piltomana a few days ago, and plan to wed in a few months.
Under guidance of the couple, they have invited many foreign dignitaries to the ceremony at the park of the Zellatian Embassy in Port Eastgate, Montmaray, New Hayesalia. The park is well-sized to host hundreds of people, however we must be conscious of spacing. Exact details are located on the attached document, however your government is invited to send a delegation of your government.
This joyous occassion is one which shall be witnessed by billions- and perhaps personally by yourself as a head of state.
Official Message of the Greater Island Kingdom of New Hayesalia
Compatiens, Libera, et Contumax
Compatiens, Libera, et Contumax