Fontégasque Coronation [Closed]

[Fonteveille]

The Coronation of King Alexandre II

To the Heads of State and People of the World,
It is my pleasure to invite every friendly head of state to my coronation. Due to the recent reform of my government, and the Act of Parliament entitled the "Kingdom Act of 2011", the former Principality of Fonteveille has been changed to the Kingdom of Fonteveille, and my people have seen fit to raise me from the title of Prince to that of King. As such, it is necessary that I have a coronation, which I hope many of you may attend. My coronation coincides with the Carnivale Fontégasque, our largest celebration that takes place every five years, to which the people of the world are invited as my honored guests.

The Royal Palace was in chaos, with the final touches being put on everything for the coronation. The servants were arranging seats and placing name cards, the cooks were cooking a variety of splendid meals for the reception, and everyone was in a general state of anxiety. The King-to-be, Alexandre II, would be, by Fontégasque custom, shut up in the palace until the coronation. Thus it fell to the other members of the Royal Family, Queen Maria, Princess Isabella, and the Queen Mother Maria Theresa, to greet arriving guests and heads-of-state.



OOC: you may start rping your arrivals, the schedule for the event is as follows
1)Arrivals
2)the Coronation
3)Reception/Masquerade Ball (all guests are requested to bring proper attire to change into for the reception)

[Of the Quendi]

The Sacred Lands of Aman
the Borremeo Palace, the Imperial City of Charn, the Heartland of Arandor
La Imperium Populi Quendorum, the Greater Quendi Co- Prosperity Sphere

Princess-Regent Armina Alcedina, Archduchess of Emerië and sovereign by the grace of Heaven over Aman and the empire was in a somewhat somber mood on the day of her departure to Fonteveille. Rising tension among the warring factions of the Senate, inefficient tetrarchical rulings and even discord in the colonies seemed to run rampant as of recently. To make matters worse Armina was at odds with her cousin and lover Prince-Regent Athal, the Prince of Princes on a both personal and political niveau.

Travelling to a foreign state was thus the last thing on the beautiful twenty four year old Princess-Regents mind. She had no difficulties thinking up things that she needed to do and that was far more important to the wellbeing of the Quendi state and the Alcedina primacy then attending a ceremony in a state that, allied with the People and Senate or not, had little relevance for the greater political interests of the aides of the Phoenix Throne. But it was Princess-Regent Arabella's Alcedina's decision to honor Fonteveille with the presence of a divinely graced Prince-Regent in all the might and glory a such represented. Since arguing with Arbella, Anarion and Athal tended to be futile, that being the source of her political disagreement with her lover and cousin, the young Princess-Regent had however decided to invite her friend and cousin princess Alys Alcedina, Master-Lady of Ylamoria and her daughter the four year old pretender to the throne of Ylamoria, Aralindë Haresus-Alcedina along.

The three princesses would be representing their house at the coronation and would be the first official Alcedina delegation to Fonteveille as well as the first Prince-Regent lead delegation to all but a handfull or two of states to ever be initiated. No one could say that the Imperial House of Alcedina didn't take its membership of the Imperial Commonwealth seriously.

The plane, a supersonic MR-SST from the Los Rios Group, quickly brought the three princesses too their destination landing in the airport of the capital of Fonteveille well in advance of the actual ceremony giving all three princesses, the youngest of which had not liked the flight, time to recover before the ceremonials would commence.

[Bardust]

Though having represented the Empress at a number of foreign engagements this by far was the largest and most important. With Empress Olivia, The Prince of St.Ida and various senior royal flying across the empire negotiating the structure of the new state to shortly be formed, His Imperial Highness Prince Philip of Watt was the only one that could find the time and do the event justice.

Not too far from the action at home, surrounded by piles of reports and glued to a television prince keep glued to the television as the reports and pundits make their comments concerning the entire ordeal.

"Really Philip?" his wife Princess Shazira, formerly the Duchess of Duchess of Tel-el-kebir, looked over her red horn rimmed glasses, "the more you watch that stuff the worst you going to yourself feel. You really think they are going to kick you and your family to the curb like that? The people don't want a republic and the colonies dont want to break up....it the politicians feeding them the lies...the people know better." The daughter of an ousted head of state, Princess Shazira knew very well that how her husband felt but also knew how these thing work and that Bardust would survive the

"Yes yes I know! Shazira but thats the thing,the colonies dont want to go but the politicians and the union will not hold up at all. I dont think you get it ! this could be my last engagement as a prince...very thing i have committed my life to just taken away with little concern"

With that, the princess book down her book and looked into her husbands eyes, "Your are a Prince of Watt, and that is the end of it. Know one but the almighty can ever take that way. No parliament, no referendum, no court...nothing." always the stronger of the two in private, the princess had little time to play foolish games with her husband, though she believe everything was going to be fin, even she didnt really know what was going to happen but whatever is was the people could not see the prince fall into pieces.

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Control Tower, this is Bardust 101 requesting to land

[Fonteveille]

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Bardust 101, this is Fonteveille International Airport, you are cleared to land.

The Queen, Queen Mother, and Princess were waiting in one of the VIP rooms at the FIA. As they enjoyed a few refreshments the Princess was watching the international news.
"Is anything interesting happening my dear?" her grandmother the Queen Mother asked.

"It appears the Bardustian government is undergoing reforms, the seem to be in a great hubbub about it."

At this point an aide walked into the room. "Your Majesties, Your Royal Highness, the Quendian and Bardustian delegations have landed."

The three royals made ready and moved to the airport entrance nearest the two landing planes. The queen addressed an aide, "Servant, please send valets to direct the delegations to this entrance that we may greet them."

Two servants were dispatched to the bottom of the staircase from each plane, waiting to guide the Quendian and Bardustian delegations to meet the members of the Royal Family.

[The Kingdom of Genovia]

Royal Palace of Lexington- Lexington, Genovia

King James sits beside his wooden desk, signing a few minor laws into action when a simple knock is heard at the door.

"Enter," he states.

A young woman, in a slate grey dress suit walks in and stops as soon as she enters. She curtsies as low as she possibly can, "Good morning Your Most Excellent Majesty."

James smiles. This young Royal Attendant was very new and her exaggeration on everything made him giggle. "Rise, what might this be?"

She nods and approaches her king while extending her hand. In it, is a letter from the newly named Kingdom of Fonteveille. He took it and dismissed the young girl before reading the letter. He sighed a sigh of relief. It was about time he was able to get away from the stresses of his work for a bit, and a coronation would be splendid. He accepted the invitation and ordered a R.S.V.P. message to be sent to the Fontégasque king immediately.

International Airport- Kingdom of Fonteveille

James stepped out of the large Boeing 747 jet with the sun sparkling off it's blue, white and gold livery. He was accompanied by his aunt, Her Highness Archduchess Melissa being that he had no wife. James was dressed in a black tuxedo. Black tie, black cumberbun, white shirt; the typical tuxedo but it was tailored to fit his just perfectly by Genovia's most famous male clothing designer Monsieur Pierre Gustaf. A blue sash, trimmed in gold was drapped across his body from his right shoulder to his left hip as the William Diadem laid nicely on his head. Melissa walked straightway behind him in a slim white floor-length dress with a purple sash and a simple tiara given to her by James for this special occasion from the Crown Jewels. A Genovian Secret Service agent greeted them with a low bow of the head as he escorted them both to the motorcade waiting on them. They both entered in separate Mercedes-Benz S-Class stretch limousines as Black Range Rovers with blue flashing lights lead the way to the Fonteveille Royal Palace. They soon arrived, both overjoyed with this opportunity as Fontégasque Royal Guards saluted in respect to the visiting royals. The GSS agents shut the doors to the motorcade and drove off, leaving a handful of agents with the royals to meet up with Fontégasque security.

James and Melisssa walks up to the doors of the palace as they were greeted by a few palace officials and ushered inside.

((OOC: Sorry about the weebly having like some 'future' tech on it. I use the same site for the Facebook Nations app so just overlook all of that.

DISCLAIMER: Any connection to my nation and the "Kingdom of Genovia" as portrayed in the Princess Diaries movies and books is entirely coincidental. Please do no associate the two.))

[Osthia]

Emperor Arathor and Empress Grace of Osthia and Quencilvania, King and Queen of Ostharia, etc, decided that they needed to leave the tense situations in the nation. While the Empire was prospering internally, externally, War with Fantoa from an uncalled for attack had occured, and war may still be near in regards to recent incidents occuring in the Azerbaijan region. That was why Arathor's top advisors suggested that he attend the coronation of Alexandre II. To do so would show the Fontegasque King that while Osthia was no longer a member of the ICLC, they would always view him as a friend. "Plus," one advisor said, "it will give you some alone time with Her Majesty, your wife." Arathor had conceded. It had been a long time since he and Grace were able to share a romantic moment together.
As the Dralien jet settled onto the tarmac, Arathor Alcedina Dralien and Grace Vurell Dralien got into their Carnivale attire. It had been made weeks in advance for the Coronation of the new King. And they would dance together and share just one moment of peace...if they could help it.

[Lazssia]

Emperor Xanthael I and Empress Marie were in the royal private jet, Eagle One, traveling to attend the coronation of the new king of Fanteveile. His friend Prime Minister Rockwell had convinced him to go, saying he was to caught up with to enjoy his time, especially with his wife. Xanthael was thinking about his own coronation nearly nine years ago as the first emperor of Lazssia and all the responsibility that came with it. He truenred to his wife Marie and smiled as she slept against his shoulder, he hadn't had enough time to spend it with his wife, Lazssia had been assisting in several military campaigns across the world. And when Osthia had been attacked by Fantoa, it had deeply upset his her, and he hated seeing her upset.

[Bardust]

Though the actual flight was full of doubt and confusion, the landing of Bardust 101 was rather smooth. With a slight bump and slow roll, the small private plane came to a complete stop before the Fontegasque delegation.

"Your ready?" Princess Shazira questioned her husband as they stood behind the steel door separated them from the outside world

Answered with with a confident nod, Prince Philip put on this most regal of attitudes took the princess by her hand and stepped forward as the steel door opened. The warm winds blowing through the air, the princess held down here blue hat her husband led the couple down the steel stair case.

Though on his way, Prince Philip was anything but prince like as soon as her stepped on that plane he was in his element. Not too sure how much the foriegn media knew of the state of affairs back home, the prince put on a smiled and soldiered one.

Finally making it to the bottom of the stairs, Prince Philip put out his hand to the attendant "Good afternoon, its a pleasure to be here"

[Fonteveille]

Royal Palace of Lexington- Lexington, Genovia

King James sits beside his wooden desk, signing a few minor laws into action when a simple knock is heard at the door.

"Enter," he states.

A young woman, in a slate grey dress suit walks in and stops as soon as she enters. She curtsies as low as she possibly can, "Good morning Your Most Excellent Majesty."

James smiles. This young Royal Attendant was very new and her exaggeration on everything made him giggle. "Rise, what might this be?"

She nods and approaches her king while extending her hand. In it, is a letter from the newly named Kingdom of Fonteveille. He took it and dismissed the young girl before reading the letter. He sighed a sigh of relief. It was about time he was able to get away from the stresses of his work for a bit, and a coronation would be splendid. He accepted the invitation and ordered a R.S.V.P. message to be sent to the Fontégasque king immediately.

International Airport- Kingdom of Fonteveille

James stepped out of the large Boeing 747 jet with the sun sparkling off it's blue, white and gold livery. He was accompanied by his aunt, Her Highness Archduchess Melissa being that he had no wife. James was dressed in a black tuxedo. Black tie, black cumberbun, white shirt; the typical tuxedo but it was tailored to fit his just perfectly by Genovia's most famous male clothing designer Monsieur Pierre Gustaf. A blue sash, trimmed in gold was drapped across his body from his right shoulder to his left hip as the William Diadem laid nicely on his head. Melissa walked straightway behind him in a slim white floor-length dress with a purple sash and a simple tiara given to her by James for this special occasion from the Crown Jewels. A Genovian Secret Service agent greeted them with a low bow of the head as he escorted them both to the motorcade waiting on them. They both entered in separate Mercedes-Benz S-Class stretch limousines as Black Range Rovers with blue flashing lights lead the way to the Fonteveille Royal Palace. They soon arrived, both overjoyed with this opportunity as Fontégasque Royal Guards saluted in respect to the visiting royals. The GSS agents shut the doors to the motorcade and drove off, leaving a handful of agents with the royals to meet up with Fontégasque security.

James and Melisssa walks up to the doors of the palace as they were greeted by a few palace officials and ushered inside.

((OOC: Sorry about the weebly having like some 'future' tech on it. I use the same site for the Facebook Nations app so just overlook all of that.

DISCLAIMER: Any connection to my nation and the "Kingdom of Genovia" as portrayed in the Princess Diaries movies and books is entirely coincidental. Please do no associate the two.))

"Your Majesty, your Highness, this way please." The Royal Guard escorted the Genovian King and Archduchess to their rooms to await the commencement of the coronation. "If you need anything you need only use the room's telephone, it will connect you to the service department."

Emperor Arathor and Empress Grace of Osthia and Quencilvania, King and Queen of Ostharia, etc, decided that they needed to leave the tense situations in the nation. While the Empire was prospering internally, externally, War with Fantoa from an uncalled for attack had occured, and war may still be near in regards to recent incidents occuring in the Azerbaijan region. That was why Arathor's top advisors suggested that he attend the coronation of Alexandre II. To do so would show the Fontegasque King that while Osthia was no longer a member of the ICLC, they would always view him as a friend. "Plus," one advisor said, "it will give you some alone time with Her Majesty, your wife." Arathor had conceded. It had been a long time since he and Grace were able to share a romantic moment together.
As the Dralien jet settled onto the tarmac, Arathor Alcedina Dralien and Grace Vurell Dralien got into their Carnivale attire. It had been made weeks in advance for the Coronation of the new King. And they would dance together and share just one moment of peace...if they could help it.

As the Emperor and Empress exited the plane they were directed by the Fontégasque attendant to the waiting royal family members.

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hough the actual flight was full of doubt and confusion, the landing of Bardust 101 was rather smooth. With a slight bump and slow roll, the small private plane came to a complete stop before the Fontegasque delegation.

"Your ready?" Princess Shazira questioned her husband as they stood behind the steel door separated them from the outside world

Answered with with a confident nod, Prince Philip put on this most regal of attitudes took the princess by her hand and stepped forward as the steel door opened. The warm winds blowing through the air, the princess held down here blue hat her husband led the couple down the steel stair case.

Though on his way, Prince Philip was anything but prince like as soon as her stepped on that plane he was in his element. Not too sure how much the foriegn media knew of the state of affairs back home, the prince put on a smiled and soldiered one.

Finally making it to the bottom of the stairs, Prince Philip put out his hand to the attendant "Good afternoon, its a pleasure to be here"

"Good afternoon your Royal Highness, it's our pleasure to have you, if you'll follow me I'll take you to our Royal Family."

Both the Osthian and Bardustian delegations were directed to the Royal Family and arrived at about the same time. As they approached heralds announced them. "Presenting, Their Imperial Majesties, the Emperor Arathor and Empress Grace of Osthia, and their Royal Highness's Prince Philip and Princess Shazira of Bardust."

"Hello, welcome to Fonteveille, I'm Queen Maria, this is my daughter Princess Isabella and my mother Queen Mother Maria Theresa. Thank you for coming, I'm sure His Majesty will be very happy you decided to attend his coronation. If you'll follow these servants, we have provided limousine transport to the Royal Palace, were some rooms have been made availiable for guests, you may remain there or take in the sites as you please."

[The Floridian Coast]

High Premier Alexander Bryce decided to attend this event, and bring his immediate family along. He knew little of the new Kingdom of Fonteveille, but it was a chance to establish profitable trade agreements. He also knew that finding potential royal suitors for future marriages into his family was extremely beneficial. The Founding Family of the Floridian Coast held a long history of strong ties with foreign royals, and every connection made for a great potential alliance, something the Eco-Socialist Federation always needed a world filled with dangerous rogue states.

As the First Family's plane prepared for landing, Alexander told his Lightning Force guards "You should leave your weaponry on the plane, as a sign of good will towards them. I'm sure they provide adequate security, and you both know what to do in any possible situation." "Yes sir, we are dedicate to your protection by any means." Corban told him. His comrade Dimitri nodded in agreement.

Emily Bryce whispered to her brother Aaron, "Do you think I will meet a prince who would fancy me?" Aaron laughed and told his sister "You are too young, I wouldn't allow it even if father would." Larissa, the eldest of Alexander's children, was waking up from sleep, though heard Emily and also wanted to say something, joking with her "Don't you think if there were to be a royal marriage, father would want me to partake first?" She however had no intention of doing such a thing, she had someone already.

The plane landed smoothly and an escort limo parked next to it. As was custom, The High Premier exited first. A Fonteveillian man who seemed to be of minor importance shook hands with him and bid him welcome to the country. As the rest of the family exited the plane, the Lightning Force guards would be the last off. Dimitri said to Corban with a smile "Honestly, I'm hoping that it will be VIP guests only allowed inside and that you and I can inspect the fine details of this country's pubs." and then to Larissa "Lady, are you ready to leave?" "Just a minute, I think I left my phone under the seat, you go ahead." she told him, and he left. As the rest of the group made their way into the limo, Larissa wrapped her arms around Corban's neck and kissed him, and after said "Don't go too far from me, love."

"Never. I think you will enjoy your stay here, I have read that this Kingdom provides the most lavish of banquets." Corban told her, and they kissed again for as long as they could. He took her hand and helped her up and she gave him a hug goodbye. "I enjoy travel, but I do not enjoy time away from you. But by next week we'll be right back in New Clearwater and we'll have all the time in the world."

She hurried off the plane and into their ride to the Royal Palace. Corban and Dimitri would remain behind for a few minutes to ensure the plane was checked in with no problems, and then depart for their own hotel as close to the High Premier's as possible. The threat potential to the Founding Family was level 1, the lowest, so they tried to unwind and act like tourists, though their training as the High Premier's elite bodyguard only allowed for a certain level of diminished alertness.

As the limo drove the Founding Family into their destination, they could see the Royal Palace over the horizon as they were on the high point of a bridge. "Quite magnificent." Larissa said to her family, though Aaron interjected "Large and ornate, though nothing like the Capitol Tower back home." "Their water is a nicer color than ours." Alexander said to his son, who replied "Then I hope their taste for celebration is even more extravagant than ours." "Impossible." Emily remarked, who even at her young age knew the wild nature and slight touch of decadence that graced Floridian state dinners and events.

As they arrived, they saw some of Fonteveille's official at the gates. "Royal Guards, I assume they will escort us to our place." the High Premier said to his family.

(OOC: Alexander's title would be "Your Highness.", as only Floridians would refer to him as "High Premier" as that is the head of state position. His children would be "Lord" or "Lady" and their surname Bryce)

[Osthia]

"Thank you very much, Your Highnesses," Arathor said, bowing to his hosts. He was glad that the Bardustians were there with them. He had heard that members from the Quendi were in attendance, and he would rather confront his "family" with an ally present. As they were being led to the limousines, Arathor turned to Prince Philip. "Your Highness, such an honor to meet you. I doubt that we had the pleasure of meeting before. I am Emperor Arathor, and this is my wife, Grace."

[Lazssia]

Xanthael and Marie walked forward to his hosts and they both gave a slight bow in respect. " Your highness it is an honor to meet, I am Emperor Xanthael of Lazssia, and this is lovely wife Marie".

[Of the Quendi]

"So this is Fonteveille." Armina said looking around at the locality she was visiting. Despite her problems at home Armina's mood had improved considerably thanks to her grand niece's constant questioning about everything she saw. While crown princess Aralindë had spend most of the plane trip complaining about her ears the young princess had quickly forgot about it as she saw her mother and her grand aunt change to their peculiar attires, two fabolous venetian carnival dresses depicting the two mythological quendi figures of Uinen and Huan. Seeing her mother dressed as the hound of valinor and her grand aunt as the lady of the gentle sea had provoked a storm of questions the increased in intensity when the young princess was presented with her own custom made outfit, depicting her Glaurung the Deceiver.

"Seems a nice place." Alys replied keeping an eye on her daughter running ahead of the two cousins. The little princess was observed and escorted by two lictors and four praetorians not even to mention her own personal attendents but that didn't prevent Alys from worrying for her little offspring, the only child of Alys's late husband Megas Haresus, Master-Lord of Ylamoria. "Is that our welcome committee?" Alys politely inquired with a gesture towards a group of fontegasque people without for a moment looking away from her child. "So it would appear." Armina replied walking towards the group with her attendents following the two cousins closely.

[Fonteveille]

Xanthael and Marie walked forward to his hosts and they both gave a slight bow in respect. " Your highness it is an honor to meet, I am Emperor Xanthael of Lazssia, and this is lovely wife Marie".

As the royals approached a herald announced them. "His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Xanthael of Lazssia, and her Imperial Majesty Empress(?) Marie."

The Queen and Princess curtsied as the Emperor and his wife approached. "Your Imperial Majesty, it is our pleasure to have you, I am Queen Maria and this is my daughter Princess Isabella. My husband the King will be very glad you made it, if you will follow these servants we have arranged limousine transport to the Royal Palace for you. You may wait at apartments provided for you, or tour the city at your leisure."

[Osberg-Thitania]

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[Fonteveille]

"So this is Fonteveille." Armina said looking around at the locality she was visiting. Despite her problems at home Armina's mood had improved considerably thanks to her grand niece's constant questioning about everything she saw. While crown princess Aralindë had spend most of the plane trip complaining about her ears the young princess had quickly forgot about it as she saw her mother and her grand aunt change to their peculiar attires, two fabulous venetian carnival dresses depicting the two mythological Quendi figures of Uinen and Huan. Seeing her mother dressed as the hound of Valinor and her grand aunt as the lady of the gentle sea had provoked a storm of questions the increased in intensity when the young princess was presented with her own custom made outfit, depicting her Glaurung the Deceiver.

"Seems a nice place." Alys replied keeping an eye on her daughter running ahead of the two cousins. The little princess was observed and escorted by two lictors and four praetorians not even to mention her own personal attendants but that didn't prevent Alys from worrying for her little offspring, the only child of Alys's late husband Megas Haresus, Master-Lord of Ylamoria. "Is that our welcome committee?" Alys politely inquired with a gesture towards a group of Fontegasque people without for a moment looking away from her child. "So it would appear." Armina replied walking towards the group with her attendants following the two cousins closely.

The Queen Mother was the first to notice the approach of the Quendi delegation while they were still quite a ways distant. She turned to her daughter, "Maria, are those the ones that have given us so much trouble in the ICLC?"

"Yes Mother, those are the Quendi, from what I've heard they can be quite haughty."

"Is that so," said the Queen Mother, "Then we must show them just what we Fontégasque are all about, mustn't we?"

The Quendi delegation at this point came within earshot and the three women put on their smiles. The Herald announced them, "Their Royal Highness's Princess-Regent Armina Alcedina Archduchess of Emerië, Princess Alys Alcedina Master-Lady of Ylamoria, and Princess Aralindë Haresus-Alcedina."

"Your Royal Highness's," Queen Maria said, "it is our pleasure to receive you here in Fonteveille. I'm sure my husband the King will be very glad you decided to attend. If you'll follow these servants, we have provided limousine transport to the Royal Palace, were you may stay in rooms provided for you, or tour the city at your leisure."

Drawing the driver to her side, the Queen whispered to him, "Make sure to take them through the most beautiful parts of the city, especially past the Parliament building."

[Imperial Yamea]

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[Luciratus]

The Cassandrian Estate
10238 Ha Promenade de Élysées
Lufenia, Luciratus

"How precisely do you seek to profit from this visitation?" Hélène Alexandra Cassander inquired cynically, curling her delicately pretty lips in haughty disdain. The impetuous, decadent girl had tossed herself carelessly across the luxurious beige divan and now seemed content to merely comb the long illustriously fair tresses which occasionally encountered the subtle ivory radiance of her saturnine cheeks. The conservative cerulean cocktail dress which gently caressed her figure accentuated the paleness of her complexion and the ennui of her gray eyes. A fragile glass of garishly scarlet wine gleamed alluringly in the evening twilight. "Or do I discern your conceit transfiguring a dull matter of politic into some peradventure?" she laughed superciliously. The soft, cold music rang with callousness, vanity, and most surprisingly intelligence.

“Why do you demur against my forthright, convivial, and earnest confession, dear sister?” James Eliphise Cassander hissed in a voice which beautifully mingled the delightful aspects of reputable innocence and the sordid qualities of uncouth debauchery. He whispered the verbiage tremulously as though it were the vilest of sins or the most base of transgressions. “Might I inquire specifically what advantage you shall acquire through your attendance at this whimsical coronation?” Hélène questioned, her breath gingerly retaining the scent of the expensive, blood-colored champagne. “Excusing the deplorable obligatory responsibilities which compel me to associate myself with these contemptible coteries of self-righteous and relatively imbecilic petty nobles, I generally attain a multitude of clandestine pleasures on such felicitous occassions…” James murmured with a hauntingly winsome and frighteningly depraved smile.

“I suppose regal festivities serve to lavish their guests with opulent opportunities to engage in extravagant caprices of multiple fashions,” Hélène shrugged callously. “Verily,” James replied wickedly, “I shall endeavor to amuse myself with a gilded poppet.” “Marriage?” his sister feigned surprise, “To a princess?” “Marriage?” he chortled in his attractively velvet voice fraught with a subtle sarcastic flair, “My dear sister, I shall conduct myself in the manner of a petite and darling marionette, although with less candor and more intelligence. The style of such pretty, little vessels is well known to you, certainly. After this fashion, I intend solely to humor myself before casting our distraught poppet aside.” “Thus, leaving her to ignominy?” Hélène chimed egotistically. “Ignominy exists only so long as morality persists,” James quipped sadistically in the manner of a leering schoolmaster, “So might I implore your companionship?” “Certainly,” the girl sang, “Although, I do believe this shall interfere with your proposed designs to indoctrinate Basile and seduce Hazel. Roxane might express some relief at this alteration…” “Basile’s an exceptionally punctillious acolyte and I daresay apostle of the Neo-Hedonistic dogmatic tradition,” James commended the youth; “Although, I am relatively dismayed that darling Hazel has escaped my projected ensnarement. Ah, decisions, decisions.”

“Will I require an escort?” Hélène inquired hopefully. “Do as proclivity dictates,” James cried theatrically, “Who do you fancy?” “Hmmm…” she thought, permitting her lips to crease flirtatiously, “Basile Saint-Cyr or Ilya Novokov?” “Charming selections,” he whispered obviously savoring the merit of both names, “Eligible aristocrats too… Oh, we shall depart at approximately twelve o’clock tomorrow morn.” Hélène roused herself lackadaisically and rose to the full extent of her impressive height, while James sauntered through the elaborate oaken doorway, his travelling cape meandering behind him. "Good evening, dear brother," she called after the flamboyant gallant. "A very morose evening to you, dear sister," he addressed her ironically without the briefest pause of backwards glance.

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The Royal Palace of Fontesveille

Both the flight and the ferry-ride had concluded without tumultuous obstruction or hassle. James, Hélène, and a brunette youth proceeded ostensibly in an ebullient manner towards the citadel of lustrous grandeur, which refracted the brilliant shafts of glorious Helios and caused them to dance stunningly across the cobalt waves that oscillated furiously against the wretched shore. “I feel compelled by propensity to articulate my sentiments regarding the architectural aesthetic of our hosts and although I do not seek to accost them such an undertaking performed with verity may attest to the impossibility of exalting their unsavory tastes. The palace is quite grotesque and not at all in an endearing manner, ”James commented wryly,“ However, I presumed the young ladies and niceties shall retain their exemplary qualities in spite of such a debilitating disappointment.” “Why do you endeavor to slight our acquaintances, your Excellency?” Ilya inquired with evident shock and displeasure written across his unmasked face, partially bearded, and beautifully youthful face. “Apollo, not I, issues such animadversions,” Cassander replied with mirth, “Who shall usurp the impunity of an illusory deity?” “A pontiff?” Hélène suggested in a jocular tone. “How we adore deceit!” James exclaimed, “Politics, religion, marriage, morality, and the entirety of existence!”

“I must confess your cynicism confounds me,” Ilya murmured contemplatively. “The death of G_d birthed such enlightenment,” James chuckled, “However, mark me. I must address Emperor Arathor of Osthia and the Quendine representatives before engaging in general festivities. However, I shall not infringe upon your diversions.” “Excellent,” Hélène sang with manifest relish, "I shan't tolerate any intrusions." The three representatives lowered their masks so that their faces were entirely obscured. James’ costume shown in various hues of vibrant crimson and unnerving ebon, while the elongated fangs which protrude from the mask's maw and its repulsive but enchanting yellow eyes peered with bizarre acuity from the pallor of the disguise. He appeared perfectly demonic or vampiric in coutenance. Hélène’s liveries offered an accurate and bewitching mimicry of a young peasant girl, one of the symbols of the Socialist Movement in Luciratus. Finally, Ilya donned the raiments of an archaic Russian aristocrat, embellished of course for additional effect.

“Shall we endeavor to offer a few words of greeting to these exquisite gentleman?” James called histrionically before encroaching on the entrance to the palace. As the coterie approached the palace and sentries, they assumed a demeanor of stringent respectability, rigorous amicability, unblemished sophistication, and political aplomb. “Salutations and our blessings upon the crown of Fontesveille,” Cassander addressed the guards, “I am James Eliphise Cassander, Secretary of Foreign Affairs. We represent the Most Serene Republic of Luciratus and humbly request entry…”

[Malaysii]

Malaysian Airforce 002, Over Fontegasque

Tsaritsa Anne Divalov Vurell sat aboard her private plane, reading a very large book. Across from her was her son, the Tsarevich Vimir John Vurell. Next to him was the Minister of Foreign Affairs Randy Curtis. Curtis had come with them because lately he had nothing to do and the Tsar, Remus Vurell, and told him to go with his son and wife to Fontegasque. He had enjoyed himself on the plane, reading and talking to the Tsarevich, and was hoping that the Coronation would be interesting, like the previous ones he had went to.
The Empire had not had almost any foreign visits in the past few years. The closest they got to one was the Tsar going to a San Pellegrino Romanan border town that had been flooded. But nothing important or diplomatic. As of now in Malaysii, It was stressful as every few days you heard of citys in the countryside being attacked by terrorists. They were usually killed or caught the next day or so, but so many were killed. So the Tsaritsa and Tsarevich had left for a possibly less hostile aptmosphere.

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Malaysian Airforce 002, Requesting Landing

[Whiskey Hill]

Duchess Diana had been to Fonteville before. Many of our people were of Fontégasque heritage, and the nation was close enough for a ride by rail or car. She had chosen to be driven there, cruising through Croatia and Bosnia & Herzegovina on the way. She was glad that her ancestors had chosen to settle in this beautiful region, and enjoyed driving around, seeing the country.

She was able to get some work done on the trip as well, important as she was both the head of a duchy, as well as a Minister in the federal government. Entering the city, they soon came to her hotel, where she departed for the palace on foot.

[The Harrowlands]

(OOC: sorry for the weird words, if you're wondering... this is how Harrovians speak to each other, they have their own dialect of English. But they'll speak in standard English to other people)

Her Majesty Queen Millicent II knew not what to expect, having accepted an invitation to the coronation of the new King of Fonteveille. A fellow Imperial Commonwealth nation she knew, though one far away overseas from her small, isolated kingdom.

"The King was before a Prince," mentioned Millicent to His Royal Highness The Duke of Picton, her beloved consort who was accompanying her. "They have taken on the Westminster system, I hear, and are ameeding their governance. Part of that being the wending from a principality to a kingdom."

"Smart of them," replied Christian (the Duke), knowing the benefits of a Westminster parliamentary system, at least in its Harrovian variety.

"We shalt be coming into port soon," said Millicent, peering over the bannister of the Royal Yacht Harrovia at the approaching land. "Oh," she started, "I say! What ever are they wearing?" She looked on, bewildered by the amassing people on the port in colourful, extraordinary costumes.

Led by various security and government officials, the Queen and the Duke of Picton disembarked from the yacht and came ashore.

[Osberg-Thitania]

The hydrofoil yacht entered Fonteveille´s bay, reducing its speed. Over the bridge, the Queen Erika von Varen, first of her name, enjoyed the magnificent view of the port.

Queen at the age of 26 because the tragic death of her parents and her eldest brother in a plane crash, Erika had made the top priority of her reign to break the isolation of Osberg-Thitania and to establish friendly relationships with foreign monarchies. The coronation of King Alexandre seemed a perfect chance to do so, and in addition, a perfect chance to escape for some days from Osberburg endless political bickering.

The yacht docked in the port and put the ramp down. Erika, followed by two Staatssicherheit agents, descended to the port to meet the fonteveillean delegation awaiting there.

[Bardust]

For the most part, Prince Philip and his wife knew little of what to expect, though Frontegasque have proven to be a good people and likely a long friend, they were still relatively unknown. As a principality, the Bardust could only go off of what they new from the brief encounters with the Fontegasquian ambassador to the ICLC.

As heralds boomed their arrival, the imperial couple put on a great smile as they stepped forward to greet their host. "your majesties, your royal highness" they spoke in unison

Prince Philip taking the lead "it is a pleasure to be here in Fontegasque, I can feel the celebration in the air...I am sure the coronation will be something to remember. "

"Umm yes, that would be great" The princess jumped in "It would be an honour to spend out time at the Royal Palace, I do have a wonderful outfit planned for the ball afterwards" she laughed

With a short chat and a nod to Osthian Emperor and Empress, the Prince Philip and Princess Shazira mad way for their room at the Royal Palace before getting ready for the big event.

[Of the Quendi]

What under Heaven plagues foreign states that they cannot comprehend our titles? Armina pondered more curious then actually insulted. While she was certainly experienced with the title of most imperial highness being replaced with a simple imperial highness it was the first time she was styled with a royal highness. Ironic considering that the Imperial House of Alcedina never managed to gain the title of High King of the Adûnaics before achieving the ultimate title of Divine Sovereign over all of the Quendi nations.

While Armina would have never responded to a confusion of titles she did not have to as Aralindë, a in many ways very quickly developed child to her mothers great pride and regret, corrected the fault. Having taken a liking to the strange yelling man who reminded her of her home Aralindë promply declared. "I am a crown princess, but you may call me Linda. I can write it for you. Do you have a pen?" The four year old girl had just recently aquired knowledge of the Tengwar alphabeth and proudly proved that too anyone she could.

Armina and Alys managed to maintain a shred of dignity while smirking discreetly. As the first princess of the seventh degree born to the two paramount lines of the Imperial House of Alcedina, the Line of Arabella and the Line of Anarion, Aralindë was the first young child in the immediate imperial family for more then a decade and as such a source of pride, affection and love from all of the princes of the senior branches of the Imperial House of Alcedina.

The two princesses, the Master-Lady and the Princess-Regent, curtsied politely before the two queens of Fonteveille. "We are delighted to be invited." Armina reprociated the compliment from the younger queen while Alys called her daughter to order. The three princesses walked towards the limousine as quickly as princess Aralindë's interest in the new surroundings allowed, in other words not very fast at all, and entered the car eager to attend the ceremony.

[Fonteveille]

(Sorry, , you really should start adding the titles in when you introduce a new character in a thread or something)