6:00 PM, Ares Winter Palace, Kasvenborg, Lake Ontario, Huiniland
The winter was almost as cold as death, but Queen Tekakwitha nevertheless endured as she always has, standing by the palace doorway with a great big fake smile. She was tall for a woman of Haudenosaunee descent, and wore a long white western dress under a coat of red fur. Her eyes shined like shards of broken glass, and she had skin the color of wine.
Onlookers from the crowd called and waved to her, admirers calling out and whistling to the middle-aged woman, whose truly greatest concern at that moment was her legacy. If she did not act to keep Vinland from drifting away from Huini and towards the side of Atlantis, then the imperial ambitions of Huini would be significantly hindered; ambitions that if left unfulfilled, would leave her as little more than a single white in a snow covered valley- Insignificant, only remembered for being a queen rather than a king. No- She had to make this work. She had to be a red rose in the snow.
But as she saw the ball for a brilliant maneuver, another saw it with complete and utter disdain, wishing not more than to smash a bottle of wine across its head until it died. Not much taller than his mother and short for a man, Crown Prince Shenandoah watched from behind the curtain, his eyes sneering towards each royal guest as he sipped upon another glass of wine. An illusion of fake smiles and baseless flattery. How he would love to violently chase them out as one does with a swarm of cockroaches, and smash the illusion to pieces for all to see.
He stared at the glass of wine, and he took another look at the bottle. He lifted the bottle for a moment, tipping it over to pour some into the glass- Then he stopped, pausing for a moment. He drank the glass, and then stared into the bottle for a longer more solemn moment.
The crowd outside the palace simmered and boiled with excitement, and cameras flashed relentlessly as a limousine rolled up into the driveway bearing the Nordic cross flag of the Kingdom of Vinland. The door opened, and out came a tall young man- Nineteen years of age, no older than Shenandoah himself. Upon his face with skin as white as a corpse and hair as red as blood, was a bright eager smile for the future. King Andor of Vinland walked across the carpet, cameras flashing all the way and capturing his bright smile as he walked over to Queen Tekakwitha and went on his knees, took her hand and planted his lips upon it.
Shenandoah boiled and seethed with rage as he watched from the dark unlit room behind the curtain, his hand gripping the bottle of wine so hard that it broke- Soiling his clothes and staining the floor. He continued to glare at Andor without his knowledge, even as he stood up and kissed his mother's cheeks. The crowds screamed with excitement and enthusiasm, knowing well that a marriage had been arranged between the widowed queen and the young king.
Another car followed soon after, this time bearing the flag of the High Kingdom of Britannia. The car door opened, and out came Riderch of Eburacon. He was a man of average height, shorter than the tall Nordic king Andor but not so short that he stood out as short. He had a long face and long brown hair, with eyes as gray as the smoke of a gun. Despite being King of Eburacon and the most powerful magnate under High King Gruffudd VI, not as much people paid him any attention.
Nobody knew whom he had greeted, but Riderch seemed to have placed his hand on his chest and nodded in the direction of an unlit room in the palace. Many brushed it off, but Shenandoah raised a brow as he looked on to the man with a different kind of emotion in his heart other than hate. His face was flustered, as he waved back from behind the curtain and saw Riderch smile and wave back. Shenandoah felt his face grew hot as his heart bounced like a pony, before a smile overtook his inebriated face.
Another car entered the driveway., flying the flags of the Kingdom of Sweden The door opened, and out came a young man of about twenty eight years of age. He barely had a chin, and was almost growing a second one upon his hairless young face. His red clothes almost blended in with the carpet, as he avoided the cameras as he hurried on nervously to the entrance. Despite this aversion to attention, Shenandoah could swear he heard a boo from somewhere among the crowd. Shy, unpopular, and fat- This had to be King Christopher.
The crowds suddenly screamed and cheered with excitement, and cameras began to flash at an unhinged rate. Another car rolled up into the driveway, and as the door opened- A massive old man bearing a scar on his face was accompanied by a nervously skittish young woman who held his hand. Vinnish Prince Grimmur's wavy golden hair and beard were upon his shoulders like a lion's mane, as his giant herculean image strolled across the carpet with his wife Empress Tiberia of Atlantis.
Tiberia was a small woman with a swarthy complexion and dark hair. She tried to hide her face, shying away from the attention, but Grimmur whispered over her ear as if giving her a kiss for all the crowds to see.
"Smile."
Reluctantly, she shook off her anxiety. She put on a smile, waving at the crowds as they passed. She breathed heavily, but tried to relax as she saw all around her- People who would not live, and have never truly lived; except that they lived a false life with no intrinsic value.
Another car rolled up into the driveway. No flag this time, simply a logo. "Hiraqli International," and out came a tall middle aged man of a swarthy complexion and dark styled hair. He wore a crisp cold black suit, under which was a tyrian purple shirt and a golden tie, much like the expensive luxurious colors that a Roman emperor would have worn. Despite the winter cold and despite being far from the Mediterranean climate of Rumislav, he wore no coat as if he felt completely at home in the freezing cold. Past his nose which was as sharp as a beak, his cat-like eyes scanned the entire area like a falcon searching for its prey, and his lips curled into a thin smile- Perhaps, the only true smile within the crowd that day.
His hands behind his back, Farac walked upon the red carpet proud, tall, and with a devilish grin. He watched all around him, and saw as Prince Grimmur watched with disdain glaring as his young nephew flirted with another sovereign. Farac chuckled under his breath, knowing that Grimmur was skipped from the succession of the throne of Vinland in favor of his older brother's young grandson. He watched as Andor and Tekakwitha flirted with one another, hoping to solidify lasting peace and solidarity between their two nations, and so he raised a brow alongside his grin. He looked to the window, watching the gap between closed curtains, as Shenandoah had turned away disinterested from everything and drunk before the night had even started.
Farac's smile grew even wider. All the pieces were now in place.