A Union of Empires (Closed; ATTN Sondria)

[Aquilinia]

"And the Maker looked upon them and said: "May your Union bring happiness and joy to the people, and may it last for eternity, for the good of all."
- from the Andrastian Chant of Love

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Dear Leaders of Sondria,

You are hereby cordially invited to the wedding ceremony and reception of

Her Imperial Majesty, Lucille Evelyn Norina Aquilaine, Empress of Aquilinia

and

Her Imperial Majesty, Adriana Senta Veronique, Empress of Tiami

To be held on

Sunday, the second day of February in the year two thousand and fourteen of the common era, the sixth year of the reign of Empress Lucille

at

five o'clock in the afternoon

in

The Cathedral of Ashes, in the city of Valroyeaux, in the Imperial Territory of Orlaine-Reilimée


Strict dress code will be enforced. Please RSVP by 27 January, stating the name and number of guests from your nation.

Please contact Her Imperial Majesty's Personal Office if you have any questions.

The City of Valroyeaux, Imperial Territory of Orlaine-Reilimée

The day had finally arrived. Exactly three months and one day after the announcement of their betrothal and the simultaneously established union between their two Empires, the day of the wedding of Lucille and Adriana had come. The entire United Empire was in a celebratory mood, especially in the two capitals of Aleniako and Fort Aquilaine. The people were gathering in streets, squares, bars, restaurants, cinemas and living rooms all across the United Empire and Sondria as a whole to watch live broadcasts of the events.

It was a glorious day for a glorious celebration, and the ancient city of Valroyeaux was the perfect location for it. Over one thousand years ago, in the original church that occupied the space where the Cathedral of Ashes now stood, the first wedding of two women in Orlaine was held - and therefore, the first in all of the Empire. And it had been no ordinary wedding - it had been no other than Saint Aveline, the Bringer of Light, and her beloved Leliana. The ceremony was described in the Chant of Andrastus, the founder of the Andrastian Chantry. Now, a millennium later, the Chantry had become the main religion of the Aquilinian Empire, and the Cathedral of the Ashes, the site of both Saint Aveline's marriage and later execution, had become the traditional location for Aquilinian monarchs to marry.

But this was no ordinary wedding of a monarch. Few monarchs in Imperial history had been as popular as Empress Lucille, and her soon-to-be wife, Adriana, was equally popular. The whole city was decorated with flags - the black-white-purple of the United Empire, the black and purple of Aquilinia, the black and white of Tiami - and the routes the two would take from their traditionally separate accommodations to the Cathedral were lined with people hours before the event.

The Cathedral itself was a magnificent building, in the old Imperial style, with three large bell towers and ornaments on the façade depicting events from Saint Aveline's life. Inside, most of the seats had been assigned to specifically invited guests from both Empires and abroad, while the seats in the back had been lotteried off to members of the public. Outside, a large purple carpet had been laid leading from where the guests would arrive in their limousines to the door of the Cathedral, lined with a guard contingent from both Empires.

One and a half hours before the ceremony, the first foreign dignitaries were arriving, greeted by a cheering crowd.

[Mahdah]

The City of Valroyeaux, Outside the Cathedral, Imperial Territory of Orlaine-Reilimée

It had been over an hour since their arrival in Valroyeaux International Airport with the arrival of Emperor Lucid Augustus III the current ruler of the Mahdavian throne. He was an aging man at the age of 49 and had ruled the throne since 1988. He had seen and witnessed many things in his life so far and this was going to be another one of those new things he was going to see. He did not come alone, along with him for the wedding was Onur Burak who was the current Minister of State and a strong willed and fiercely patriotic minister he was. Onur was 39 years old and had done military service in the Imperial Mahdavian Air force and had operated a PAK FA stealth multirole fighter, a joy he was sad to see go when he was relieved of his duties three years ago.

Alongside the two of them was the Vice President Murat Iskender the third heir of the Mahdavian throne. This would be his first international visit to a foreign country, at the age of 23 he was much younger then the other two and was the Vice President who handled Grand Assembly affairs along side the chairman and the speaker of the assembly. These three men all sat inside a limosine in a three vehicle convoy, in the vehicles in front and behind were members of the MID who came unarmed to the country at the Emperor's request and trust in foreign protection. The three men glanced out the windows of the limousine seeing the cheering crowds outside as the convoy made it's way towards the cathedral entrance.

Along with the vehicle convoy, two vans had pulled up to the cathedral earlier when their plane had landed. Dressed in traditional Mahdavian robes and medieval armor and wielding antique swords from the past in their sheathes. The Royal Janissary Band was present as the set up in concert formation, a collection of Mahdavian instruments were being displayed and set up. A large drum had been positioned and with the rest of the band waited for the convoy's arrival.

As the Convoy began to arrive the captain of the band who was it's director pulled out his sword from it's sheath. He turned to the band and raised it in the air as he shouted a command in Mahdavian. As the three vehicle convoy pulled up to the side of the cathedral the band begun playing. The song being played was a song that would be played in old times by the ancestors of the band who would parade in the places they conquered such as Alkharanian towns and villages they conquered in the wars had between them.

The Alkharanians in attendance if they had any historical knowledge of the bad blood between the Imperial Emirate and the Reich would know and hate the current song being played, unfortunately this was tradition when the Emperor was traveling to a far away land. The Royal Janissary Band followed where ever he went, in battle or not. The Limosine doors opened as the three man delegation exited the vehicle looking about at the crowd and guards from both empires on either side of the red carpet. It was show time for the Emperor and his entourage of the Minister of State, Vice President as the band continued to play.

[The Eagleland]

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On the way to the The Cathedral of Ashes
Valroyeaux, in the Imperial Territory of Orlaine-Reilimée
04:30 pm

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"Please get in, Mr. President.", asked the chauffeur of the limousine that was going to take the three guests from the Eagleland to the wedding ceremony between the Empresses of Aquilinia and Tiami. The limousine, a black Lincoln Town Car limo, was a vehicle operated from the Eagleland Embassy and reserved for official visits from Eaglelander officials to events like galas and weddings. A wonderful vehicle indeed, it entailed comfortable seats and a touch screen with many features, such as GPS location, estimated time of arrival and information about local landmarks, depending on the country and the location. Pretty convenient for the three visitors from the Eagleland, who were unaccompanied by bodyguards from the Eagleland Federal Police or the Eagle Guard of the Eagleland Presidential Guard, the most elite unit of the nation, after the Special Operations Units of the Eagleland.

The President of the Eagleland, Theodoros Deligiorgis, alongside the Minister of Foreign Affairs Konstantina Zisi and Field Marshal Konstantinos Makrigiannis, entered the limo. After they were seated and the door closed, the chauffeur embarked and started the engine. It would take them ten minutes to reach the Cathedral, with twenty minutes to spare to meet the guests. Eaglelanders generally preferred getting there ten minutes prior to ten minutes prior rather than a second late. It's part of their success.

"So Mr.President,", asked the Field Marshal, "why have you brought us here without protection? We have no boduguards, no Eagle Guard, nothing, and instead of being with the troops you brought me here so I can see two lesbians marry each other, even though we are Orthodox Christians?"

"We are obviously not here for entertainment, Marshal.", replied the President. "I hate homosexuality as much as you do. Every Eaglelander does, really, find homosexuals disgusting. The Church is right in that homosexuality is a mental illness. But we do it for two purposes only."

Entering the boulevard, the President continued. "The first reason is to show our image to Aquilinia and Tiami, what is going to be the United Empire, that we are a staunch ally of them and, given our position as the second biggest economy in Sondria and our unparalleled strength in the maritime sector, as well as a key military power in Eastern Sondria, will work to a more peaceful, prosperous Sondria that will make other nations in the world, be it in Pardes or in Gholgoth, quite literally shit themselves when they mention "Eagleland", "LCU" or "Marquesan"."

The limousine stops for a red light, and the President said: "The second reason is strategic. Our invasion in Pudu is partly based on our knowing what is around the next corner. The Pudites already have been shattered by this war but we have spent billions of Drachmas in a war that is essentially, as long as those capability caps remain uncovered, draining us. We may have an experienced Military but we will need to finish the war and recover afterwards.", added the President. "The Erjunites, who are coming, are in a nasty predicament; the UE have fallen foul of them and we need to arbitrate for them while we have the time for it. This is our only shot to ease this situation."

The red light turned green and the limousine entered the final stretch. "Mr.President," asked the Field Marshal, "why then am I not leading my men in this war? I must lead my men to victory now that we have the time for it! If a war happens, we are in a serious world of problems.". Perfect timing it was when he stopped speaking, as the limo finally stopped at the destination after an enjoyable ride.

The President replied: "You are more needed here, Field Marshal. And be civil.", he added, before the door opened.

[Of the Quendi]

Aquilinian Aerospace
A modified RM-30 San Real Supersonic Strategic Bomber aircraft
Near the City of Valroyeaux, the Imperial Territory of Orlaine-Reilimée

Aleera smiled a sad weary smile as her translucent pale fingers absent-mindedly traced the exquisitely embroidered threads of her grand gown forming floral and plant motifs in matte nuances of green, golden, grey and brown. Nostalgia, a cardinal sin to the Imperial House of Alcedina, was something Aleera had increasingly been experiencing for the past months of her eventful life. Ever since she had been fired from her position as High Representative for Foreign Affairs Aleera had found her cunning mind easily abandoning guileful schemes and intrigues only to dwell on past glories and triumphs, times in which Aleera had experienced some small measure of bliss the like of which nothing else in her life had ever given her when she pitted her mental faculties against the best of the best and prevailing, for Honor and Clan.

Now it was all at an end. One single mistake, disastrous as it had been, had undone her, her controversial tenure ended by a dismayed Senate and she herself offered up as a sacrifice to the virulent moods of the savage commoner mob, people who understood nought and less of diplomacy and foreign relations yet presumed to sit in judgment over her, her; Aleera i Maia Amynessaiel Ibrîniðilpathânezel Eldalótë Mirineth Vandëmiel Pharâzindil nossë Farlight Cassius Cervidae Alcedina-Aquilaine, Princess of the third rank and second order, under Heaven the first Imperial Archduchess of Nicomedia, descendant of the God Emperor himself, Tar-Meneldëamnaitë, Lord of the World and Son of Heaven. For a moment the stunningly beautiful Vanya features of the princess was twisted with rage her deep grey eyes burning with fiery fury.

But then she remembered that it was dust, insignificant and immaterial in the grand picture. She would rise again, and destroy those that had brought her to fall. After all was she not already a trusted official of the Imperial House of Alcedina, and was not the Imperial House of Alcedina the one sole authority in a chaotic anarchist Aman? Aleera nodded, having almost convinced herself of her contentment. Yet the empty quiet of the cabin of her plane told a different story. A month past it would have been filled with diplomats and bureaucrats and politicians eagerly debating and dissecting every aspect of the pending negotiations. It would have been filled with an enigmatic and intoxicating energy and in the center of it all Aleera would have blossomed and prosper. Now she sat by herself in lonesome majesty and though vested in her power as Tyaro i Nossë Aratirñoë Aleera longed for past times, better times, happier times when she was a diplomat, and young, her whole life ahead of her and everything possible.

With a frustrated sigh Aleera got up from her seat. Preoccupation with the past was a most Quendi-like vice which had never before plagued her. Aleera had always dealt only in the present and the future leaving the past to those elder and wiser to ponder. She surmised that the source of her nostalgia was the wedding. After all many of the happy times Aleera fondly recalled had taken place when she had known the Empress Felicia and even called her friend. Then Lucille had been but a child and now she was too marry, a woman, perhaps a bit of nostalgic remembrance was forgivable on such an occasion.

"You are restless My Lady?" A sensual voice called out soothingly. Aleera turned, flashing Tiberia a warm smile. Her trusted lady-in-waiting, the one person who had been ever at Aleera's side since she was twelve and forced to marry a stranger in a strange land, always knew when Aleera was agitated even if she was no longer prone to temper tantrum with the regularity of her early years in service. "I am nostalgic Amaterasu, who would have thought it possible?" Aleera said. Tiberia, a traditional Melcenean beauty uniquely blending traditional Asian and traditional European features in an appealing melting pot, returned the smile. "I have always thought you capable of contradicting yourself for those for whom you care My Lady." Tiberia sagely replied. "You cared a great deal for Felicia, why should you not be emotionally involved in the marriage of her daughter?" Tiberia spoke.

Aleera shrugged. Tiberia too was someone Aleera called friend and the newly appointed Tyaro was not as adverse to improper familiarity as she ought to be but to show herself vulnerable was a little too much. She had to maintain her dignity. "Are we there yet." The Princess barked, an immaculate imitation of the childish petulance that Aleera so often displayed to the world. Tiberia, knowingly relented bowed politely before her irritable mistress. "Fasten your seatbelt My Lady, we are about to descend upon Valroyeaux and will be there momentarily." Tiberia instructed, receiving a haughty nod in return.

Resuming her seat Aleera once more fidgeted with her gown, a traditional robe as worn at the Celestial Court for joyous occasions, as the plane began to loose speed as it descended through the layers of the atmosphere towards the city far beneath her. She had not been in Aquilinia for what felt like a life-time. Though her youth endured Aleera felt both worldly wise and weary, burdened by the weight of her experiences. Yet she looked forward to the see Lucille well wed. Not many in her social class, least of all herself, was blessed to enjoy that privilege, Aleera thought as a light bump announced that her plane had landed on the tarmac and that she would soon meet her niece for the first time in years.

[Kylarnatia]

The Cathedral of Ashes, Valroyeaux
The United Empire (Aquilinia), Sondria

"Woah. This is so cool!"

The young Haeres of the Imperium Antiquum, Fredrick Hyuga, took a giant leap out of the limousine which had taken the Imperial entourage of Kylarnatia from the airport where it had just arrived. Dressed in what could only be described as an adorable miniature Imperium Antiquum military uniform - white fabric adorned with shimmering golden buttons and thread, with a stiff black collar - the young prince walked a few paces down the carpet leading to the Cathedral of Ashes, which he marvelled at with complete awe. Then it was the crowds that caught his attention. As they cheered, he waved and jumped. They cheered again, and again, and again. All seemed to be enjoying themselves, the Haeres especially.

"Calm yourself, Haeres, there will be plenty of time for playing later." The young voice turned to the booming voice of Dux Imperator Hyperion behind him, who followed him out from the limousine. In order to respect their Aquilinian hosts efforts in regards to security, the Caesar's Guard had not accompanied the Caesar on this visit, and it was assured that the Dux Imperator - who already took the role of the Caesar's main bodyguard - was very capable of taking care of her well-being on his own. Dressed in a more ornate version of his daily armour - a black cuirass with large spaulders encrusted with gold and various red rubies and purple sapphires, along with a seemingly ancient red cloak with gold lining wrapped around his massive neck by a chain - what topped off the Goliath's appearance was the presence of his legendary battle axe, Nightbane, which was almost the same height as the eight foot Dux Imperator.

This appearance, regardless, did not seem to shake the young Haeres. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, but Uncle Hyperon..."

"It's Hyperion, Haeres. Hype-ri-on." The ancient warrior commented in disdain.

"Leave him be, Hyperion. He'll pick it up in due time." The next voice to follow was that of the Caesar herself. Stepping out of the limo, she took the hand of her wife, Imperatrix Calixte, and kissed her gently as she stood beside her. The crowd wooed. The Imperatrix was dressed in a rather tasteful red lace dress with a matching red fascinator headpiece, adorned with the most amazing feathers, most likely from those of a predatory bird. The Caesar, however, was dressed in an adult version of her son's outfit, yet even more ornate - decorated with quite a few medals and bars along with a sheathed cavalry sword and white linen gloves - topped off with a service cap decorated with the badge of the Imperial Phoenix and the rim decorated by a golden wreath.

Taking her wife's hand, the two locked arms as they proceeded down the carpet, Fredrick ahead of them and Hyperion striding imperatively to the Caesar's left. The crowd cheered and cheered, and as they passed the Imperial couple waved, Silvier keeping a keen eye on Fredrick as he almost ran off ahead. Hyperion looked as if he was trying to intimidate those who were trying to reach out for them, and although this worked for foreign tourists, the native Aquilinians weren't so intimidated. A long history between the Aquilinian Empire and the Imperium Antiquum - despite the great distance between them - meant that the Aquilinians knew the tales of Hyperion as fondly as their own nursery rhymes, and they knew he would not do anything to them unless they actually had bad intentions.

Calixte marvelled at the architecture of the Cathedral of Ashes briefly, particularly paying attention to the story of Saint Aveline, the Imperatrix spoke closely into her partner's ear. "What gets me is how much de ja vu I feel right now..."

"I don't follow." Silvier responded, resulting in a raised eyebrow from her wife.

"You don't? Seriously? Think back to how we got together. We met each other for the first time due to a formal diplomatic mission, kissed on the first night after having dinner, made love on the second. Two weeks of lust followed which then resulted in a six month relationship which was then followed by three months preparation for our weddings. Lucille and Adriana seem to have followed a very similar course. Furthermore, what is it with all these lesbian couples lately? It seems to me that ever since we got married, they've been appearing like self-replicating organisms. I mean, don't you just find that to be a little bit odd...if not insane?"

Silvier didn't respond for a good few seconds while she pondered on the thought.

"Lets just go find our places on the second row and enjoy the event, hm? I don't think we need to give ourselves a headache."

"But--"

"Ahbubububut nothing." Silvier grinned devilishly as she placed a single finger over her wife's lips. The two of them traded a glance with each other briefly and saw the twinkle in each others eyes. Laughing quietly to each other, they then took the final step over the fresh hold of the Cathedral of Ashes, and marvelled at the interior ahead of them, before finding their way to the second row, where they were to be seated.

[Sovetstaruss]

A few miles outside the city of Valroyeaux, in the Imperial Territory of Orlaine-Reilimée
February 2nd
2:00PM
Inside a Sovetstarussian supersonic jet
Assistant Secretary of the Department of Foreign Affair, Mikhail Akulov




"Hey, be sure to get a picture of the two empresses when they marry and kiss. One day, when they are six feet under, you can sell the picture online for some big bucks."

Mikhail chuckled into the phone

"I am a diplomat, Abdul. I am coming to this wedding for official business."

"Oh, Look at me! I am a big diplomat. I am sooo professional with my little jet!"

"Come on, Abdul. I thought you had something important that you needed to tell me."

"Yeah, Yeah. Good luck."

"That's it? Good luck? I could use a bottle of Asprin right now, not luck! These schedules are migraine-inducing, Abdul."

"Look on the bright side: After this you'll probably be given more luxuries to improve our foreign image."

"No, yeah, the jet is nice. At least I can sleep without having to worry about anything. I guess, it's one of those give and take scenarios."

"So how about I give you good luck and you take it without complaining for once?"

"Thanks, Abdul."

The plane descended upon the airport

"Pilot, how much longer?"

"Tower wants us to taxi to an area halfway across the airport. There is a lot of traffic, today, and security officials are going to be meeting us. Routine. After that, we need to refuel, if we are going to leave immediately after the ceremony."

"What time is it?"

"I have 2:17."

"We'll be done around three. Don't worry yourself, Mister Secretary."

Mikhail took those words to heart

"You are probably right. I worry too much too often. Perhaps, this wedding will be a nice calm to things."

Mikhail's convoy began its way to the Cathedral

"Time?"

"16:23, Sir. Twenty more minutes until our arrival."

"I need Asprin."

"I hope the two like the presents."

"I always dislike these high society parties."

"Yes Sir."

"They are so supercilious, and artificial, and so..so.. fickle over nothing!"

"Yes Sir."

"If just one thing is wrong with your appearance, or your stature, or your style, then something, they assume something is wrong with you! I wonder if they consider that maybe these social elitists have the disorders."

"I need my Asprin."

[Crontor]

Sondria;
Hellas;
The United Empire;
Aquilinia;
City of Valroyeaux:

“Lima Charlie Uniform Delta Niner has been cleared for final approach to the city of…Valroye? Valroyah? Something the fuck like that. Supreme Commander and Lady Cranico, please buckle up, we will be landing shortly.”

The chatter from the cockpit woke Supreme Commander Rockepeller with a start as he picked his head up from the side of his chair and surveyed the plane. The diplomatic jet belonging to the Ministry of State was spacious and accommodating. The chairs were made of high quality leather and fitted with massagers and glass holders, for the people of the Union did enjoy their alcohol. Rockepeller took a sip of the Lusitanian whiskey sitting to his left, being careful not to spill anything on his cleanly pressed military uniform. With a chest of medals freshly polished and a brand new Supreme Commander’s cap, Rockepeller was ready for the formalities before them.

As nice as this plane was, it didn’t compare to the diplomatic transport of President Cranico, which was far larger and more imposing. But Cranico was occupied with other matters and was unable to attend the festivities. The President of the Union rarely got a break and when he did, he preferred not to spend it at diplomatic conferences. Although the Union had not faced a competent state military in years, the threat of war was very real as a series of small brushfires popping up around Sondria threatened to escalate into a full scale inferno.

There was a Cranico present, as Lady Katie Cranico sat opposite Rockepeller typing away on a tablet and paying him no attention. A glass of St. Laurent red wine sat in her glass holder. Taking a small sip to finish off the glass, she savored the sweet grape flavor that had come from the rich earth of the vineyards outside of Alobordo, before swallowing and turning to face Rockepeller.

“Listen Rockepeller,” she said sternly, “I want you to behave yourself. You are not the official emissary of the Union here, that would be my job, and some of us have an untarnished reputation to uphold. I will handle any needed interaction with foreign dignitaries and you smile and look pretty as you always do. If you find any military types, go find them and swap war stories or something. You boys all like guns anyway.”

Rockepeller grumbled as he looked out of the window of the rapidly descending aircraft before turning back to face Lady Cranico as she was applying lipstick. Cranico was one lucky son of a bitch he thought, glancing over Lady Cranico. Her flowing locks of chestnut brown hair had been tied back into a bun that allowed observers to focus on her radiant hazel eyes. She had picked an elegant dress for the occasion, a tight navy blue dress with a simple floral pattern running from the right shoulder down to v-shaped opening above her breasts. Stopping just above the knees her matching heels expertly heightened the appeal of her curves. To put it simply, along with her dangling diamond earrings and French manicure, First Lady Cranico was stunning. Diplomacy was not all about what was being said after all.

“Are you listening Rockepeller?”

“What?” yelped Rockepeller, breaking out of his trancelike state to see Lady Cranico standing over him, “did we already land?”

“Yes, and Ambassador Melvin is here with the entourage. You are exiting the plane first, the crowd is probably eager to…see you. You are very popular here in the north you know,” Lady Cranico smiled, directing Rockepeller to the exit. As the door opened, two armed and armored personnel of the Federal Military Police Administration took up their stations on either side of the steps leading up to the diplomatic jet. The next person out was a Ministry of State attaché carrying a megaphone to announce the arrival of the Union representatives. If the people present had not figured out the nationality of the arriving delegates from the orange and blue plane decals and the Union flag on the tail, they were about to find out who these mystery guests were.

“From the Luso-Cron Union, I hereby present Supreme Commander Rockepeller,” came the roar of the megaphone, which had a calming effect on the crowd. Rockepeller should technically be in jail and this was actually the first foreign nation he had visited since charges were dropped and he was released. For the civilians of the nation that had fought the Union during that war, the reception was not too welcoming. While the crowd did not jest or insult Rockepeller as he stepped out, they also didn’t cheer. In fact, most didn’t make any noise at all. Rockepeller waved and got no reaction, prompting a newly pissed off Rockepeller to flip off the crowd while muttering to himself, “fucking foreigners.”

This did get the crowd going as they reacted to the rude gesture on the part of the Union delegation. Even the ambassador and the transport entourage shifted uneasily as Rockepeller descended the steps amid a flurry of shouts and insults. Lady Cranico stepped out of the plane immediately after, visibly furious with Rockepeller before composing herself to face the assembled citizens.

“Lady Cranico of the Luso-Cron Union, the official emissary of the Union,” announced the attaché, making a point to stress that she was the official emissary. Lady Cranico immediately changed the demeanor of the crowd as she gracefully descended the steps waving politely and flashing the teeth that had won her the crown of Ms. Union decades earlier. Reaching the convoy of SUVs and a diplomatic limousine, Lady Cranico shook hands with Ambassador Arthur Melvin, the Union ambassador to Aquilinia. Arthur Melvin had served for decades as the ambassador to the Aquilinians, even during the war, and knew them well. Having grown slightly hunched in his old age, his white hair and wide rimmed glasses as well as his soft spoken manner created a grandfatherly feeling amongst almost all those that interacted with them. Plus, he was a very good friend of the Cranico’s.

“Right this way my dear,” directed Ambassador Melvin, as he reached to open the door for Lady Cranico. The door however, swung open, and a familiar face beckoned the trio into the spacious interior. Once all had been seated and the door shut behind them, Rockepeller broke the ice as the diplomatic convoy lurched forward.

“Gavin fucking Cranico. Don’t you have a regional council to manipulate or a poor country to strip of resources?”

“Always a charmer Rockepeller,” smiled the SRC Representative and Crontorian Engineering Corporation CEO, as he adjusted the tie of his new tuxedo, “I couldn’t miss this. It’s not every day you get to see two world leaders make out in front of you, let alone two hot ones. I think the SRC was working on human rights legislation or something today anyway, the Union has no input to give there. So I came here. I mean, I was technically invited, I’m a Cranico.”

“You honestly sicken me Gavin,” sighed Lady Cranico as she peered out the window at the city they were passing through, “you honestly came all this way for that? Please. I know you could find much better material elsewhere.”

“Ha, not everyone has a supermodel wife Katie, although I suppose I could, but then again that would tie me down far too much and not the fun type of tied down. I figured there has to be a few noteworthy bridesmaids or maybe a few leaders from nations that haven’t been…penetrated by Union interests,” mused Gavin Cranico, inducing a roll of the eyes from his sister-in-law who returned to observing the scenery. Rockepeller smirked as he passed Gavin an Aquilinian cigar, both of whom smoked theirs on the way to the cathedral.

Upon entering, the four quickly found their seats in the second row. Rockepeller and Gavin continued their ever so enlightening male talk as Lady Cranico caught up with her old friend Ambassador Melvin. All were eager for the ceremonies to begin.

[Mahdah]

The Cathedral

The Mahdavian entourage had been seated for several minutes before delegations begun arriving. A fuss had been made by Minister Ilhan about having to sit in the last seat of the third row even though their were other rows for many other nations. The three sat and watched the delegations enter and find their seats, The Eaglelander delegation was first as they went through and took their seats. They sat in the first chair of the third row , Minister Ilhan had commented as they sat down"Bastards, sitting at the first seat of our row." that comment had been made quietly amongst the three as the next delegation arrived which was that of the Quendi's which had been un heard of and they took their seats amongst the rows.

The next delegation to arrive was the Kylarnatians, which little was know about them as a small child went inside the cathedral followed by the rest of their delegation. They took their seats in the second row, first seat as Minister Ilhan once again fussed amongst himself why they were not sitting in the second or even first row. The next delegation to arrive after was Sovetrussans as they took their seats and the next delegation which had the Emperor glaring at them was the Crontorians. Minister Ilhan seemed to watch them like a hawk as Emperor Augustus looked forward again waiting for the ceremony to begin.

"Look at them, the prime example of infidel. Bastards they are, bastards" he complained amongst the others of his delegation as they moved down the hall and took their seats.

"Be calm, brother Ilham. This is a wedding mind you, we are here as honored guests." Emperor Augustus said still looking forward. Ilhan cursed under his breath and scowled as he leaned back in his chair.

"If we were honored guests, your majesty." Ilhan said respectively and continued. "We would be in the first row, and have them feeding out of our palms. " he said and then added in Turkish, "We did almost conquer the Alkharanians in the old times, the bastards don't even acknowledge their possible rulers" he finished.

"Now now, hold your tounge Ilhan. " The Emperor said and then spoke in Turkish, "Keep up this attitude and you may find yourself in prison when we get back home" Augustus said sternly to Ilhan as it became quiet and they waited for the ceremony to begin.

[Tiami]

The City of Valroyeaux, Cathedral of Ashes
United Empire(Aquilinia), Sondria

Rays of light pierced through the stained glass window, striking Adriana's decadent face and emitting a glistening glow. Within the confines of the minuscule room, were but a few of her servants, three in all, and a large circular pedestal placed in the middle of the dressing room. Adriana's small, almost childish-looking feet embraced the pedestal, her servants carefully addressing Adriana's needs. Her most important need; adorning the silky-white dress she had chosen for the wedding. With it's full skirt designed to echo an opening flower, and the breast area kept strapless with a slight 'V' and dressed with a moderate amount of lace. Adriana's dress would be a mesmerizing site to behold, especially to her bride Lucille.

It had only seemed as just yesterday, did the two couples meet, their eyes gazing into each other's accordingly. Back in Aleniako, the two had met on a diplomatic visit to discuss Aquilinian-Alkharanian relations, which, unbeknownst at the time, would spark a kindling relationship. And yet, here they were now, Empresses of the most powerful state in Sondria, the United Empire, a grand union of Aquilinia and Alkharania. With it's influences spread across every crevice of the region and many states abroad, the United Empire symbolized an ever expanding Republic whose voice could be heard across the heavens. Even the likes of the LCU, though not made publicly, or the Shogunate, had reason to tremble at the immense power the United Empire could potentially possess... if not already possessed. Yet, the United Empire was an asylum for the wary wandering and looking for peace; a beacon of hope in a blood-stained world, of which the first thought to strike a mind was 'war.' When Lucille and Adriana become newlyweds, the final ropes of the United Empire would finally be strung together, signifying the complete union of Aquilinia and Alkharania.

The usually content Empress could not help but notice her hands shaking- trembling vigorously. Adriana was nervous without a doubt. Through all the high-profile events she had been a part of, today was something more... some unique and unparalleled in modern society; two foreign leaders, both female, were marrying.

From across the region and the world, dozens of foreign leaders and dignitaries were to attend the wedding. One of the more important leaders, Kyra Blackridge of the Elder Republic, was attending. Adriana personally petitioned for her allowance into the wedding to be terminated. This petition was based on past history between Alkharania and The Elder Republic; the two nations had no love for one another. Adriana could only hope to see Kyra impaled upon a twenty-foot stake, slowing falling down the length of the wooden pole alive. It was one of her fantasies to witness the slow death of an Erjunhite leader, but it was a fantasy likely to never happen. Yet, here Kyra was, able to attend the wedding. She would be placed in the back of the cathedral, so as to avoid eye contact with Adriana. Any contact could prove hostile. It was more than enough that the two would share a room without killing each other.

Adriana looked into the mirror, her hazel and blue eyes staring directly at her. She had fashioned her glittering red hair into long, flowing and curly locks, as to appease the guest and her bride. Her black eyeliner was applied to perfection and her lipstick, colored red, had been applied with great care, curtsy of her servants. As she stared harder and longer into the mirror, Adriana began to blink, finally realizing the magnitude of the even that was soon to be happening; a Union of two humans and two countries, forever bound in marriage.

A sudden knock interrupted Adriana's activities.

"M'lady, the ceremony will be attested to shortly. " Said a voice on the other side of the door. "We hope you are ready to go?"

Adriana replied, almost whispering. "Yes, yes I am." she swiped aside a stray hair from her right eye. " Let us know when the ceremony is officially ready to begin."

With the voice gone and the ceremony nearing its beginning, Adriana had but a little time to prepare her mental state. She would need to be calm and fearless. Her composure would be stern. Adriana could not show weakness, especially to an Erjunhite or Crontorian. And when the time were to come, Adriana would march out of her small room with such elegance, that even the sun's glistening rays would pale into comparison to her own light.

In the chapel itself, the front row had been set aside of Alkharanian and Aquilinian family, friends and dignitaries. Alkharanians present were Carter Veronique, Adriana's younger brother, and Marian Veronique, Adriana's mother. Adriana's father, Titus, could not attend, as he was stricken with an undefined illness. He did, however, send with Marian and Carter, a blue pearl necklace as a gift for Adriana. Until the marriage concluded, Adriana's family could only wait, especially to give her the gift from her father.

Adriana's moment was now...

[Erjunhuf]

Cathedral of Ashes
Valroyeaux, Aquilinia
United Empire, Sondria

She hadn't even arrived at the ceremony, and President Kyra Blackridge was already miserable. It wasn't simply the fact that her flight had been long, or that her seating position had essentially been relegated to the far back corner to keep her out of the way of the wedding; it was simply the feeling of being completely unwanted by either bride. Not that Kyra could blame them: despite a long history of non-intervention, the Elder Republic and Alkharania had a bloody history of not getting along, and Erjunhuf and Aquilinia had recently been involved in a full-blown diplomatic crisis over the state of the Aquilinian Senate. Her appearance here was simply a matter of political necessity, an unsubtle remedy to a potential insult that the newly formed United Empire could not afford to create in the first few weeks of its creation. Erjunhuf, after all, was a major player in the region, and with two empires with a history of animosity towards the Elder Republic forming a potential powerhouse right next door, the situation was already tense enough.

I shouldn't have accepted the invitation to begin with; at least then I wouldn't have to put up with this contempt. Blackridge thought to herself begrudgingly, knowing full well that she could not have afforded to turn it down without further ruining relations. Even so, the invitation that had been given to her hadn't even allowed for another guest from Erjunhuf, forcing her to ride alone. Even at something as tame as a wedding, it was clear that the hosts would do their utmost to make this day a living hell for her.

As she had suspected, her arrival at the cathedral did not garner much fanfare or attention - likely another jab from the Alkharanians - and she walked in almost completely unnoticed by the crowd. Were it not for the passive and stoic demeanor she carried, Kyra would have been very visibly seething. I will not give them the satisfaction. Blackridge kept telling herself as she walked into the grand chamber, taking only a brief moment to admire the grandeur and spectacle of the event before moving to her row. Delegates from the Eagleland, Mahdah, and Sovetstaruss were already seated in the third row, and from what Kyra could see, delegates from Crontor and Kylarnatia had arrived as well and were seated a row ahead. She quickly greeted her colleagues before finding her seat, sitting right next to the Mahdavian entourage. Normally she would have preferred sitting next to another democratic leader, but Kyra was well aware that Mahdah also had a longstanding grudge with the Alkharanians; if she was going to wallow in misery, she wanted to do so with some company.

"Your Highness, Mr. Minister. How are you enjoying the ceremonies?"

[Mahdah]

"Your Highness, Mr. Minister. How are you enjoying the ceremonies?"

Augustus had seen the Erjunhite coming down the row but didn't expect her to sit next to him. He put on a smile and extended his hand to the woman.

"They're okay for the most part, you are President Blackridge ?.. of Erjunhuf correct?" Augustus asked as Ilhan leaned forward in his chair and saw the Erjunhite sitting next to them and smiled.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, President Blackridge." he added.

[The Eagleland]

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Cathedral of Ashes
Valroyeaux, Aquilinia
16:55

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"Sir, the Erjunite is here", said the Field Marshal. President Kyra Blackridge of the Republic of Erjunhuf, the Eagleland's closest ally and trade partner in the region of Sondria, boasting a mutual defence agreement and a trade agreement that have withstood the test of time, especially the latter. The Eagleland is a very close ally of Erjunhuf, even though it is a part of a Triad alongside the Marquesan Shogunate and the Luso-Cron Union (the Eagleland's friendship with both nations was the reason why it remained neutral during the Newcastle War). Although the Eaglelanders were friendly to the United Empire as well, they were alarmed at the current diplomatic crisis the Erjunites had the mistake of initiating.

"I know", replied the President. "She's sitting right next to us. When she is done with those nasty Turks, I shall greet my friend." Eaglelanders hate Turks and their understandably cold, unfriendly (yet indifferent) stance towards Mahdah is a testament to this. That God the Erjunites are sitting next to the Eaglelanders as an effective barrier between Greeks and Turks. No one wants a war in Sondria right now, especially when millions of Eaglelanders are trying to liberate Pudites from a repressive monarchy at the moment.

"A friend?", replied the Field Marshal. "Mr.President, she is trying to be a burden on the Eagleland People by challenging the Aquilinians and their stance towards the Tiamians is not very good at all, to say the least." The President and the Minister of Foreign Affairs can both sense the anger the Field Marshal had towards all foreigners, especially towards the person he calls "The Sondrian Antichrist", that Rockepeller, but also the disappointment he had towards the new faces in government. He did not trust the new leadership of the National Party of the Eagleland, but President Deligiorgis could not sack him as it is unconstitutional for him to do so (as he has served five years out of the eight left under his appointment covenant). "Her diplomatic skills are poor and she is going to drag us to another war in Sondria and this time we cannot simply declare neutrality."

"Your concerns are unjustified, Field Marshal.", said the Minister of Foreign Affairs Konstantina Zisi, a former diplomat. "Our position as a key player in the region is going to be decisive in this current state of affairs in Sondria. That encompasses arbitration between the two sides and an attempt to facilitate dialogue between the warring factions. Admittedly, we are unable to ascertain at this stage our capacity for negotiation between the warring factions, but that is, as we mentioned earlier, one of the reasons why we are here."

"Minister," replied the Field Marshal, "you have never been in my shoes before. I have been a Field Marshal for five years, and you have only served as a Junior Officer as part of your National Service obligations..."

"Does that have anything to do with my skills and capabilities as a diplomat?", replied angrily but calmly the diplomat.

"Yes," replied the Marshal. "People like me know better than all of you how the military works. You have only served for three years and received a rank of a Lieutenant. Nothing else. I have been in more stressful positions than you have ever been as a Logistics Corps officer, and I know that if we declare a war, the military will be angered by your decisions as politicians, as will the people."

"Thank you, Field Marshal, for your ever so generous comments, but you have never seen a Tiamian or an Aquilinian before and you do not comprehend their mentality and modus operandi. We are binded to the Erjunites by mutual defence agreements..."

The President has had enough. The wedding as about to begin. "Enough", he said. "The Erjunite is going to do an about turn to see us and the disgusting sight is ready. Be prepared."

When President Blackridge was finished with the Turks, she was met by a firm handshake from President Deligiannis, whom she had met numerous times in the past, especially when he was the Deputy Minister of Commercial Shipping under the Likas administration. "Good afternoon, Miss Blackridge. I am pleased to see you once again."

[Onekawa-Nukanor]

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Region: Sondria
Nation: Empire of Aquilinia
Coordinates: N/A
Specific Location: City of Valroyeaux, In Transit to - The Cathedral of Ashes

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Ruffled hair and different colored socks would not usually be considered the kind of condition in which to attend the wedding of two different Heads of State and the birth of a new nation. And it isn't, Liera had made that enormously clear. It seems that the idea of wearing two different colored socks, one silver and one purple, might be considered humorous, would be frowned upon, especially by the more aristocratic families that would be attending. Of course, the socks were not the only part of his attire that Liera had fumed about. They might be hidden by the dress pants. The silver and purple dress shoes, however, would be more difficult to hide. To highlight this fact, Liera had proceeded to verbally abuse him since they'd first got off the plane and she'd first noticed his shoes, which'd he been putting on just as the plane was touching down. That had happened twenty minutes ago.

At least the yelling had stopped. Instead, however, they'd suffered a detour. Tama didn't have a pair of plain black shoes or some black socks to go with his traditional tuxedo. The driver had been informed to take them to the closest possible store that sold fine dress ware for men. Liera outright refused to attend with him with such footwear. His attempts to convince her otherwise had been meet with a glare that could pierce solid steel at 30 paces. It was also noticed that the usual calm and rather scarily expressionless driver had a smirk spreading across his face. His more relaxed bodyguard, a man he'd known for over a decade, had been openly laughing. That had stopped when Liera gave him the same glare. She'd told him that if there weren't any shoes available, then'd she'd be sending him back to the plane. He didn't even bother to argue against her that time.

The store was called 'Fuller & Son', and the presence of its own personal security, its large size and the presence of several well-known celebrities all looking for only the finest clothing was sure indicators of quality. Liera didn't even let him to get out of the car himself, she all but dragged him, and made several, rather harsh, comments "This dress wasn't even meant to be seen by the media until our arrival at the Cathedral", "If we're late, you don't even get to stay here, I'm sending you back on the plane" and perhaps most scarily "You will be cut off for a long time if you've ruined this wedding'. She didn't need to explain what he would be cut off from. To say the young women behind the the counter was a little startled by the thunderous face of the women who is dating the heir of Onekawa-Nukanor. She didn't bother to ask what was happening. She seen his shoes and socks whilst he guilty walked in. By the time they got to the desk, she already had several styles of show to choose from. Liera picked the first one she saw, a rather nice choice, and told him to get them on. They payed cash. The shoes cost 3,500 pounds. The socks were 80. For a price like that, the socks better be comfy. Much to his delight, they were the best socks he ever wore. That didn't stop him from slipping his silver and purple socks underneath these ones however, just enough to how silver and purple sticking out the top.

But he didn't have much time to enjoy it, as he was hoping out of the store trying to get shoes on, looking like a right fool. That is when he proceeded to lose his footing, and his head smacked the car just before he could have got in. He didn't black out, and it didn't look like it'd bruise, but it did appear to have broke the skin. Now he'd attend the wedding with a fresh cut on his forehead. At least Liera could live with that. But she still wasn't happy with him. The mild chuckling from the bodyguard had started again. This time, Tama shot him a look. He didn't stop.

The limousine continued towards the cathedral. Tama couldn't remember the name, but he didn't say that out loud. He just remembered it being some dark, not-very-inviting bullshit name that seemed appropriate for a wedding. Regardless of the name, it seemed to look pretty good. Liera wasn't talking to him now, she'd progressed to the 'not-talking' stage of her anger. He simply looked at the city surrounding him. It seemed rather typical of what he expected from an Aquilinian. And...... why the fuck was he looking at a city or the people on the streets? That is some boring ass shit when riding in a top-of-the-line limousine. So he turned on the built-in game system and started playing Honour Guards: Black Operations , the latest in the Honour Guard series. He had barely logged in when he realized should be making amends with Liera. But he was nearly at Rank 24....

He turned off the enteratinment system and reached out for her hand. She was resistant at first, but she warmed quickly. "I'd say I'm sorry, but it seems rather hollow. I was actin' a fool. Can we at least put a smile on for the audience". She looked back at him, she squeezed his hand and smiled back. His apology had been accepted, no words were needed.

They steeped out onto the purple carpet. The guards on either side were suitably ceremonial for such an event. Whilst they made there way forward and entered the Cathedral proper, she whispered in his ear 'I've heard make-up sex is just on another level'.

[New Samarinda]

Cathedral of Ashes
Valroyeaux, Aquilinia
United Empire, Sondria

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Upon arriving, Ithera Quel was experiencing a multitude of feelings. She felt ecstatic, hopeful, nervous, and a bit overwhelmed all seemingly being kept under wraps of her gown. The Pitoir based design studio ‘Pitoir and Company Clothing’ had custom designed a dress for the chancellor for her attendance of the wedding. The gown itself was form fitting at the top, but blossomed at the bottomed, giving the appearance of a flower. The outer layer of the dress was black, with the underside being a brilliant yellow, with abstract curved hints of a deep maroon. Her hair was curled and to her side, and her makeup was in line with her gown. Her lips were adored with a black as dark as midnight, with a matching shade bestowing her eyelids.

At first glance Ithera seemed to be emotionally exhausted. She was ecstatic for the coming diplomatic marriage that would create the United Empire, and she was hopeful for the future of not only Sondria, but for New Samarinda as well. Ithera, as well as the people of New Samarinda, were looking for more economic growth. In the past, the Shogunate of Marquesan had seemingly been the backbone for New Samarinda’s economy, but New Samarinda had bestowed itself with economic autarky. Ithera was looking to the future with hope, of New Samarinda being alongside economic powerhouses such as the Luso-Cron Union, the Shogunate of Marquesan, and the newly created United Empire. With all of this riding on her, she was also fairly nervous of the outcome of tonight. She could only hope that she would conduct herself in the upmost respect among the other leaders within Sondria.

Attending the event alongside Ithera, was her devout husband, Blazius Quel. Nationally, the two are known as the power couple with Ithera being the Chancellor, and Blazius accumulating power through his Cocoa Company. Blazius had a strong build, with a chiseled face which contained his supposed singular flaw, his nose. From the front view, it was fine, but from the side it looked as if it were a smashed in beak. Blazius, being an entrepreneur, knows great deals from bad ones, but also disagrees with strict business protocols within New Samarinda. Blazius was fitted in a Black three piece suit, with a tie matching that of his beloved wife.

The power couple waltzed into the Cathedral holding hands like they did when they were dating. Prior to Ithera’s election win, the two were inseparable. They could be seen walking the beaches of Pitoir, or having a picnic in the park. Their love was a love of guiltlessness and bliss. However, as the years went on, and Ithera won her bid for chancellor, and Blazius building his company, the two seemed to be too busy for each other. Every once in a while the two shared luxurious moments of each other’s comfort. The innocence the two showed by holding hands was enough make any citizen from New Samarinda become teary eyed.

As the couple headed over to their assigned seats, they spotted the President of Erjunhuf, Kyra Blackridge. To Ithera, President Blackridge embodied the characteristics of a great leader. She was the leader of a nation full of hardworking citizens that glorified themselves for their accomplishments. In a sense, Ithera wished New Samarinda could be a nation of iron will and hard work. Seated next to Kyra Blackridge, was the ever so splendid Lucid Augustus III, Emperor of The Imperial Emirate of Mahdah. Although deeply worried for the increase in terrorist activity within the borders of Mahdah, Ithera was still entranced by such a culture. She thought that she would for sure need to interact and discuss diplomatic matters with these two leaders.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ithera spotted President Cranico and his wife discussing matters between their entourage. Surely, she would adore the chance to speak with Cranico about Sondrian politics, and she was sure that Blazius would be interested in advertising his company. The couple had agreed upon a large quantity of Sondria’s greatest cocoa products, made in New Samarinda. Although Ithera thought it was just another way of advertising his company, she believed it to be a wonderful gift that any woman would love.

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[Deusaeuri]

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­­­­— RECIPIENT(S): Lucille Evelyn Norina Aquilaine
— SENDER: Markus Xaexus Deusaeuri Junior
— ORIGIN: 27 Arl­­­­ëo Boulevard, M Section, Varnheim Great Capitol, Varnheim, Deusaeuri, Sondria

— SUBJECT: In Reply,
— DATE: 16 February 2014

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Dear Lucille,

I would like to personally extend an army of apology. Neither I, nor any delegate of my sovereignty were available to reply to your message or attend the ceremony at discussion. We hope to have further cooperation in events between us, despite this misfortune.

Thank you. I, would again, like to bid you apologies from me personally and the state I hold.

Pax Vobiscum,
Markus Deusaeuri

[Unilisia]

Cathedral of Ashes
Valroyeaux, Aquilinia
United Empire, Sondria

As the Archon and her single companion arrived, the first thing they noticed was the relative casualness of the affair. Since the ceremony itself hadn't started, delegates and leaders from a host of other countries were present mingling and waiting for the main event, and Enex had grown used to this sort of situation, despite the relatively xenophobic attitudes of her comrades.

However, she'd never been to a wedding in her own nation, let alone to a human wedding in a foreign land. She was comfortable in the fact that it was taking place in Aquilinia, a nation her own country had been acquainted with longer then most in Sondria, and one which she had considerable experience with. Likewise, her mate stood by her side, in full uniform, which to the casual observer likely seemed an unsettling combination of armor and regular military attire. A tight, form-fitting Banshee leather cuirass adorned his upper body, with a matching covering for his lower body and the regular gauntlets stopping to allow the tips of the Unilisians fingers to peek out to the world, showing the pointed nails at the end. As was ceremonial, the entire suit was blackened with coal, and seemed to match with the Archon's own outfit.

An exquisite silk dress, with cascading scales of obsidian along the contours of her limbs, tapering just below her knees, and accentuating her bodies natural, predatory curves, particularly about the hips and abdomen, though her slender form made it more akin to what humans would call a cocktail dress. The top tapered down her busom but stopped short of showing any large amount of cleavage, and the collar around her neck, a gift from Aerin, was engraved with gold, sapphires, diamonds, and a healthy amount of silver. At her wrists and ankles were similar jewelry, as collars and bracelets were the most common accessories in Unilisian culture.

Only seconds after mentally assessing the situation at hand, and noticing who was already present in which part of the room, the duo casually made their way towards the second row and their seats. Behind them two Sanguinis Guardsmen lingered in the contours of the room, far from the guests but close if necessity demanded it. As they sat, they glanced around at the others present, and silently wondered to themselves how much time was left before the ceremony. Neither of them had personally met the leaders of the other Sondrian states, aside from Aquilinia itself, and Kylarnatia, and since the Caesar appeared preoccupied with her wife at the time Enex noticed her, she remarked to Velas that perhaps, for once, it would be best to sit back and let people speak to them.

[The IASM]

The City of Valroyeaux, Imperial Territory of Orlaine-Reilimée

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Máchiko pondered why this would be excellent trip - entering a nation who will become a monstrous power on Alkharania, who is effectively ending their royal house by embracing the foul illness that is homosexuality and will practically be a larger threat than any other in the near future. Her void like black skin looked odd when placed on the Han-like physique and craft of her face, yet she wore a Venus's face - an angelic gift to man however it landed on the most inappropriate of characters. it bore an almost military feel to it as well as possessing the Ouroboros of the fifth clan - Lāzīn prominently placed on the back in a simple black and white. A noticeable detail of Lāzīn's Ouroboros is that instead of a mythical dragon. It was a man eating himself, the skull featuring a mindless expression, Jācī Lāzīn was one of the few people who knew what that actually meant. She often thought it might symbolised - she reflected to herself maybe it means man's over consumption of itself or man's infinite nature. The airship they were traveling in was nothing more than the icon of magnificence and extravagance. A standard white made it look like and technological marvel but its interior was truly fit for empresses and those who had ludicrous amounts of money and in the case of the Lāzīn's both happened to be the case. The ship literally was a flying palace, a sliver ocean liner in the sky but now it rested in the ocean as the family embarked into Aquilinia.

Máchiko sat there in the back, and in her arms lay her child, Húláng Xiuhcoatl Mǎjīyǎwéilì Ueman Lāzīn to give the child his full name. A eleven-year old, with the traditional black hair of the Lāzīn's and a handsome face taking after his father however there were certain physical traits. He suffered from a bizarre case of Aniridia were his eyes remained black and transparent in most lights and his size was equally unusually large as he towered most people off his age. We was dressed in a simpler military hiqoctl uniform of the old cavalry which reigned throughout Titianicia. Huetkautlokagui Quatam Li sitting next to her. His dress uniform was an elaborate and somewhat impractical replica of the colourful Eagle warriors. Its thick and vibrant feathers were obstructive but none the less one of the most impressive outfits one could buy. "Why are we here, in this utter cesspool of a nation which embraces this most stupid of ideals" inquired Quatam, his corse voice displayed nothing more than disgust for the two monarchs.

Máchiko on the other hand was dressed in an outfit suitable for such and occasion, a traditional Kouqgam dress, formed from the long feathers of birds and other creatures to produce an almost slim like material which would fool most who looked at it. It bore an almost military feel to it as well as possessing the Ouroboros of the fifth clan - Lāzīn prominently placed on the in the top right corner of the dress in a simple black and white. A noticeable detail of Lāzīn's Ouroboros is that instead of a mythical dragon. It was a man eating himself, the skull featuring a mindless expression, Jācī Lāzīn was one of the few people who knew what that actually ment. She often thought it might symbolised - she reflected to herself maybe it means man's over consumption of itself or man's infinite nature. She held even more disgust towards homosexual however did well to hide it, often seeming sympathetic towards them while secretly wanting to burn them at the stake. "Quatam, I would like you to remember your place her before you make any snide remarks or idiotic moves" she began, still cradling her odd child who lay in blissful sleep.
Her eyes looked at the man before returning to her rant, "Here you are a bodyguard, nothing more and nothing less - I don't a diplomatic incident destroying us all, alright". Her eyes looked upon the imperial city outside the windows before realising that they were now at the cathedral of the ashes.

"We're here then" inquired the young Húláng, quickly waking up after the feeling off motion left his person. His suit covered in perfectly arranged and sized feathers and feather silk made him look like an ancient child soldier.

"You'd be correct, my dear and now remember we must behave now" Máchiko warmly uttered, letting her motherly mind control her very word. She spoke them calmly and softly, notably more so than she did to Quatam.

As they exited the car they were meet with an applause which was not warm but not aggressive - it was an acknowledgement to their presence. The crowd seemed far warmer towards the young prince of the nation, noticing his physical excellence and unique clothing. Máchiko was seen in the light more as politician, gracefully striding towards the cathedral before she haste fully entered the cathedral, her finely formed muscular rippling under her luxury dress. Húláng was rather aggressively monitored by the grand hulk of Quatam, his eyes observing the crowd and the guards inside.

Húláng observed the crowds once he left their field of view and smiled, the feeling of pride and importance was more than uplifting for him, yet he felt eyes and shadows descending upon his body. "Quatam, do you feel good here" inquired the child, his unblinking eyes looking slightly off centre of Quatam's face, to his protector’s irritation.

"Here is decadence, a hive of scum but frozen in liquid gold and presented to be a kingdom - this is no place for me I feel or any Titianician" murmured Quatam to his ward, his voice slightly coarse and full of quiet rage.

Húláng smiled as his tongue cleaned his teeth and his eyes remained unblinking - condescending in all regards; he whispered "Well I would prefer if you only did your job, unless you value your tongue - I've wondered why I was given special powers in that regard…"

A gloved hand came down like a falcon, hitting the boy with a grand force, "Insolent child, your still haven't learnt anything - you have no power here or elsewhere yet" cried Quatam after he examined his whip like hand rather than the child who threatened him who right now which twitching in pain.

"YOU, you will regret that" murmured the boy slowly regaining his composure. But then he broke into laughter after realising something to his delight.

"What's so funny, boy" asked Quatam before he looked at the boys eyes, they were looking at the crowd who saw the supposed guardians hand strike him across the face. Quatam's face turned to one of dread as he turned his face back to the boy in front of him grinning gleefully as he said "Thank you very much - I do believe I have learnt my lesson, let’s go inside then?"