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by Kartlis » Tue Dec 11, 2018 8:14 pm
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by The Resurgent Dream » Tue Dec 18, 2018 2:37 am
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by The Ernestine Empire » Tue Dec 18, 2018 2:15 pm
Snefaldia wrote:She tired of the parade, for a moment, and snapped her fingers for her son the King. "My son, dearest, your dear mother is thirsty. And try not looking so glassy-eyed. There are photographers here and we can't have them printing unflattering photos. Straighten up a bit, stand like a good monarch. Tall and proud, just like your father. That's a good boy."
by Cyretopolitania » Tue Dec 18, 2018 5:16 pm
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by The Ernestine Empire » Fri Jan 04, 2019 2:13 pm
Cyretopolitania wrote:Meanwhile, Prince Agizul was discreetly holding Princess Yulia’s hand as they made the rounds. He leaned over to her and whispered, “I hope the whole thing with the boat wasn’t too terrible.” He grinned. “At least I told you, unlike father. Mother still chides him for it to this day!”
by Uncle Noel » Fri Jan 04, 2019 2:36 pm
Excalbia wrote:Grand Ballroom, Royal Palace, Cyretia
Among the those in attendance were the Crown Prince and Crown Princess of Excalbia. Crown Prince Joseph wore the dark blue mess dress uniform of the Imperial Army replete with gold braid, a blue sash and a chest full of medals. His younger brother, Prince James, would also be in attendance, but would be arriving separately with his Anahuacan girlfriend, Suniefreda Hoogaboom. It was a match that still scandalized some elements of Excalbian society. A prince “getting serious” with a commoner was not unheard of in Excalbia - the current Empress had been a commoner - but a commoner from a communist state, not to mention the granddaughter of that communist nation’s leader was unprecedented.
Despite what the wags and gossips might say, the Emperor apparently approved of the relationship (but then, the gossips might add, he also approved of his sister’s marriage to another woman), and James’ and Suniefreda’s attendance at the wedding would represent their first official public event as a couple. The presence of both of the Emperor’s sons attested to the the close familial relationship between the Imperial Family and the Cyretian Royal Family.
After being introduced, Joseph and Anna entered hand-in-hand and began looking to see who they knew.
Meanwhile, outside, James adjusted his tie, waiting for Suniefreda to emerge from their car.
Wot a joke she cant even walk properly
by Snefaldia » Tue Jan 08, 2019 7:23 pm
The Ernestine Empire wrote:
For a man who so jealously guarded the position given to him by God and the untimely death of the Crown Prince his brother, the King was like a small and not especially useful lapdog when it came to his mother. He puffed out his chest, causing the various medals awarded to him on the basis of birth rather than military attribute (his flat feet had prevented him from completing basic training, much to the king his late father's perpetual disappointment), to clatter like a cow's bell. "Of course mater," he said, spying the Roman temple-cum-ballroom for a member of the waiting staff. "You," he said, suddenly picking on a small and young such specimen weaving his way back to the kitchens, "Is her Majesty to be as parched as the great deserts of your country? See to her at once." He smiled at his little witticism which, truth be told, he had been planning on using at some point this evening. His Regal Masculinity suitably demonstrated he chinked over to his mother. "They're just coming now mater," he said, gazing with her across the room. "I say," he ventured after a few moments, "I didn't know you could speak that, erm, that language that they speak in Snefaldia. Well, obviously, I knew you were from there originally of course but, well, I never really thought of you as speaking anything other than German. Or Lech." Blame the Emperor Jan August for making his native language the accepted language at court across most of the continent across the sea from Cyretopolitania. "Cyrille was asking me whether I have been here before but I confess that they all look the same really. You know, these foreign places. Did you and pater ever come?"
The present Queen Consort made away across the room towards the small man in a military uniform that was her husband but stopped when she saw who she was talking to. She did not mind Queen Annella in small doses, but prolonged conversation invariably resulted in Marie grinding her teeth with such force as to eventually make them throb. She therefore gracefully paraded in a circle and proceeded back into the centre of the room, collecting her daughter as she went. "But I thought we were going to father," protested Laodice as her mother suddenly linked her arm and pulled her in the opposite direction.
"You see your father everyday," replied the Queen, "This is an excellent opportunity to meet some people, new people." 'Maybe someone nice' she thought to herself. She looked about the room for someone she could introduce her daughter to.
by Cyretopolitania » Wed Jan 23, 2019 5:47 pm
by Excalbia » Wed Jan 23, 2019 6:18 pm
Uncle Noel wrote:Suniefreda breathed out deeply. 'Come on Sunie,' she thought as she stared at the back of the seat in front, 'Pull yourself together. You should be used to this by now.'
She was no stranger to public events. As the favoured grandchild she had been taken on tours of tractor factories and Anti-Air emplacements almost as soon as she could walk, a small cherub ('if you can believe that' she thought to herself) next to her grandfather the Great Draftsman. She'd even attended some events on her own. But that was home, where her face was known and everything was respectable and orderly. But here; here she could already feel the tendrils close around her heart. Suniefreda Hoogaboom was dying, she knew that; she could feel it. It was like the radio on a long journey where the station becomes quieter and quieter until it is lost to static until another, stronger voice emerges. Suniefreda Hoogaboom was fading out, her voice being lost to the hiss whilst in her place someone else was beginning to talk. That person was...
was...
Her Imperial Highness The Princess James? She shook her head. 'You were fine at the emperor's ball, just be yourself.'
But how could she? Already in her mind's eye she saw herself on the cover of a magazine, respectably but fashionably dressed, accepting a bouquet of flowers from a host of Excalbian school children as she opened a swimming pool or a community centre, an Imperial smile upon her face showing the correct amount of gleaming Imperial teeth whilst back at the palace her children, of whom she had no say in naming, were attended to by nannies.
"Er, Miss Hoogaboom," said the driver politely. She shook her head. "I am sure it is just the nerves," she said partly to him but more to herself. She emerged as gracefully as she could before tripping slightly on the hem of her dress and her hands reached forward to steady herself on the starched shirt of James. "Sorry about that," she said, biting her lip and seeing not the great royal palace of Cyretia before her but a thousand social media variations ofWot a joke she cant even walk properly
by The Resurgent Dream » Wed Feb 06, 2019 8:15 pm
by Uncle Noel » Tue Feb 19, 2019 3:14 pm
“Are you alright?” James asked as he turned to Sunie. He caught her arm and helped to steady her. He allowed his hand to slide down her arm into her hand.
“Don’t worry; everything will be fine. These things always seem deathly dull until you figure out who to watch to entertain yourself. I guarantee you that someone will drink too much and talk too loud and things ‘people don’t discuss’ in public. That’s usually good for a laugh or two.” He smiled and leaned closer. “Then, we can always watch the single royals and nobles circling each other, trying to find a suitable match. Sort of speed-dating for royalty.” He gave Sunie’s hand a light squeeze. “Thank you for saving me from that!”
Agizul shook James’ hand and laughed. “Alright, alright. Truce. Just, please, never call me Aggie again.”
Agizul turned held his hand towards Yulia. “My fiancée, Princess Yulia.”
James bowed slightly. “Your Highness,” he said, taking her hand (if offered) and kissing the air above it, “a pleasure.” He turned to Sunie. “My girlfriend,” he gave the same big, goofy, involuntary smile that he gave every time he referred to Sunie as his girlfriend - although he hoped that someday soon she would also be his fiancée, “Ms. Suniefreda Hoogaboom.”
by Excalbia » Wed Feb 20, 2019 6:41 pm
Uncle Noel wrote:She squeezed his hand back and, in so doing, her racing heartbeat began to return to normal. "Everything is bearable with you," she said, perhaps with an intensity that she had not originally foreseen.
Yulia rolled her eyes with pronounced exaggeration. "Men and their jokes" she declared with a smile on her face. A royal hand was offered.James bowed slightly. “Your Highness,” he said, taking her hand (if offered) and kissing the air above it, “a pleasure.” He turned to Sunie. “My girlfriend,” he gave the same big, goofy, involuntary smile that he gave every time he referred to Sunie as his girlfriend - although he hoped that someday soon she would also be his fiancée, “Ms. Suniefreda Hoogaboom.”
Sunie, who had been clasping her hands together so tightly that her knuckles had begun to turn white, gave an awkward curtsy. "H-hello," she said suddenly overcome with an uncharacteristic bashfulness, "Nice to meet you."
The Princess regarded her for a moment before saying anything. She had known, of course, that the Fiefdom girl was coming. She had been tempted to veto it, on the grounds of propriety, but various officials had reminded her that it did not serve anyone's interest to antagonize the Excalbians and their rather large navy.
She looked at James. He looked smart enough she supposed, but it spoke to Yulia of the rot in the Imperial Family that a prince of blood could be left to mess around with computers whilst courting a bolshevik. And yet, regarding this woman who was so obviously terrified pierced the hard princess' hard Ernestine carapace, and now that she looked at Suniefreda Hoogaboom her carefully rehearsed put-me-downs seemed to evaporate like dew in the desert. Instead of raising her hand, and taunting the Jacobin into kissing it, she instead took the older woman's hand in her own. "I," she emphasized that, "Am delighted to meet you. And myself and Prince Agizul are so pleased that you," he motioned to the James and Sunie, "Should make this your first occasion as an...." She paused as she tried to think of the English word. "What do I mean Agizul," she asked rhetorically, "Oh yes, as an item."
She released Sunie and turned to James. "Though you, your highness, have some explaining to do." She placed her hands on her hips and frowned at the Excalbian. "If my uncle the King puts on a garden party then I want a good explanation as to why you couldn't come!" She laughed at her joke. "Though your Benjamin seemed very nice, I must say, from those small conversations I had with him. Perhaps he should have been invited to the wedding instead of you," she teased.
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