“My hands are of your colour, but I shame to wear a heart so white.”
-- Lady Macbeth in "Macbeth" by William Shakespeare
The Gothic Chambers, Citadel City
Havensky
There was a saying in Kylarnatia: "Do not lie to your mother, lest you wish to face her fury."
The Caesar had been lied to, and she did not like it. She had years of practice and practical experience to know how to control her emotions and conceal them, and she did that well, but the revelation brought forward by Captain Skaro that he and Atticus had been working together sent her blood to boiling point and left a sunken feeling in her chest. She had spent the rest of that first session trying to understand in her mind what had happened and what else the Skyans might have been doing. It was no secret that they were tactful people who sought to resolve all things through diplomacy before anything else, but this crossed a line. "Surely they knew it couldn't be that easy? Surely they had to be aware that there would be a cost for this?" As soon as the session had concluded she and her entourage had taken the time to find a private room where she could deliberate what had happened, and respond appropriately. It was not long until a message was dispatched to Atticus, requesting a private audience with him once the summit was concluded. She needed answers, but until then the matters at hand needed to be addressed.
Kylarnatia was not going to stand in front of the Reforms despite all of this. They had worked so hard with the Skyans to put them together - and had been cultivating their relationships with the other Gothic states for some time in preparation of breathing new life into the Alliance. It could not all be jeopardised now. Then there was Tristan's response to the proposal to consider: his outburst, if one could call it that, was a very clever move in order to make a point. A point which Silvier couldn't find fault with, for he was right: despite all the efforts the Imperium were making, and all the influence it and Silvier had cultivated, things were clearly moving too quickly. Discussions were had with attachés, a call to the Ministry of Foreign and Imperial Affairs to seek counsel. The time was still inevitably coming, but it was not today. Not at this time.
It was not long until the chamber was reconvened, and the debate resumed with discussion of the position of Executor and who should take it. The Caesar sat silently as she felt the weight of her coin in her hand, occasionally riding it through her fingers, which remained quite dexterous despite being encased in her golden gauntlet. The angelic wings of her ceremonial attire fell effortlessly over the back of her seat at the table, almost shielding the view of the many attachés working quietly behind her. They worked to and fro; taking accurate record of all the words being spoken, cross-checking all the facts as best they could while also providing the Caesar with accurate updates on all relevant issues happening outside the chamber. That's when Katya and the children--all except the mysterious Ryslander--left, and then she discovered why less than a minute later: a nuclear explosion a few hundred miles east of Mille Mortifere, close to Shen Almaru. Intelligence was still being collated by the Imperium Antiquum High Command, but the Caesar knew that her Fifth Fleet had Carrier Strike Groups within a days journey of the estimated fallout zone, for they had been placed there to monitor the growing tension in the area. Using a tablet at her disposal, she sent the order over encrypted channels: Dux Praefector Netos of the Fifth Fleet will dispatch all available forward elements to the area to monitor and help control the situation. Imperium Antiquum High Command to offer assistance to Pudite High Command and coordinate with them and the Drakonians. -- G.M..
Quickly her attention snapped back to the meeting as names began to be put forward for the Executor position. She listened closely: Godsend Emperor Tristan Skragg, Captain Skaro, Emperor Nathan and Praetor Augustus. Words were exchanged by all the relevant parties: some polite, some not so. All the while the Caesar listened, and observed her distorted reflection on the surface of the coin she now held in the palm of her hand. As soon as the Aldarminian Prince Ryslander had finished his last word, Silvier stood. The acolyte who still remained loyally by her side moved out of the way so that she could begin to walk around the table, pausing for a moment before the pulpit to look around at the stain glass windows. The faces of the original Gothic Lords, the scenes of the many Gothic Wars; it struck the fire within her that would fuel her coming words.
"Gholgoth. The very mention of its name inspires fear and dread to millions--nay, billions--across the globe. The wars that have been fought in these lands have been some of the bloodiest and most destructive this world has ever known, and those who have been brave...or if you prefer, foolish enough to venture here have been engulfed in flames so bright and so violent, that sailors during the Age of Exploration used to illustrate this place on the map as being filled with giant sea serpents and dragons."
Turning swiftly on her heel, the Caesar resumed walking around the table. "Our decisions here today will have a profound impact in ways we may not even be able to comprehend: do we intend to keep being the stuff of myth and children's nightmares, or can we become something much more?" She did not look at anyone immediately, but whenever anyone's eyes met with hers, she looked deeply into their souls. "We are all sown from the same fabric, bound within the same cloth that if pulled apart will rip and tear and cause consequences so destructive that it has been spelled out very succinctly in our line of sight just to make sure we don't forget." She smirked just a little, gesturing towards the last stain glass window which read the phrase 'Ultima Bello'.
"These reforms are the first step of hopefully many that will help guarantee longstanding peace and security for the Gothic states, which will allow us to once again project our might and power outwards to the corners of the earth, taking our place as the hegemonic powers we have the capability to be. But there are many affairs to get in order before that can happen, and the most pressing matter is that concerning the impending outside force from the Golden Throne seeking to act in retaliation against the Scandinvans." Silvier shot a glance at the Crown Prince Fenric before returning her attention to the rest of the Chamber. "Before we can even discuss that though, we must have mediation. This is why I'm glad that the Executor has been reintroduced--a proposal that the Imperium Antiquum brought forward--and for that I thank all of you for backing it."
"I know there are some amongst you that feel I would be suitable for this role, and for that I am grateful." Silvier shot a brief glance towards Ryslander, and then to Atticus. "Since the early days of the silence that has fallen over the Freekish Empire, I have done all that I can to bring this region together in times of crisis. The Imperium Antiquum has committed its resources - and the lives of its sons and daughters - to upholding peace and stability to the best of it's ability, and it will continue to do so, regardless of what happens in these discussions. Should it be the Council's will to select me, then I will accept it, and I will answer any and all questions posed to me. Should it be the will of the Council to select another, we shall accept that as well. To that end, I shall respond to the present nominations and endorse the candidate that I feel most suitable at the present time."
The Caesar promptly turned her attention to the first nominee for Executor, Godsend Emperor Tristan Skragg of Dephire. The two knew each other personally: Silvier had agreed to give refuge to Tristan and his Templars when they were expelled from Briska, and then committed Imperium forces to the successful efforts to reclaim it. She considered him a personal friend, but this was not a personal matter. "Emperor Tristan is one of the strongest men I have ever met. He and the Templars of Briska are without equal and it was an immense honour to be graced with their company during darker years. My people and I look proudly back upon the things we have achieved together. In any other situation, especially in the midst of conflict, I would seek the Godsend Emperor's guidance without a second thought. Fortunately however conflict can still be averted, therefore I believe the wise Templars energies are better suited elsewhere..."
Looking directly into his eyes, she took a brief moment to speak to him directly, using an old Dephirian language that she had learnt while in the company of the Templars during their time in Kylarnatia. "Clouds are gathering in the West, my friend. You will be needed there, and it will be my honour to stand alongside you once again, should you wish it."
Next was Captain Skaro of the Reich. Lord Hyperion, who had remained at the side of Silvier's throne at the table, had not taken his eyes off of him since he had revealed himself to be present. Had this been any other setting, he would have struck him down in an instant. Despite the unease about the Skyans decision to deal with him, the Imperium had to play nice for now. The Caesar came face to face with the Captain, standing just slightly taller than him as she looked down into his eyes, locking with them for what was probably only a few seconds but what felt like an eternity. While he was certainly much more human than any other Kravenite, he was still a Kravenite, and Silvier could feel the machine that he belonged to drumming deep within him. It must have made quite a stark contrast: her angelic, almost divine-like appearance as opposed to his very common demeanour. She said nothing; she looked him over once, looked back at him--and with the smallest slither of a smirk--moved on. She would have to break his neck another day.
Emperor Nathan was next, but Silvier turned her attention to the young Valentina instead. Her motherly nature engaged, and she wore a broad smile. "Sweet Valentina, you do both your father and your country proud! While the future is always a mystery there are a few certainties that like to present themselves in the present to give us a taste of what is to come, and I announce it here now to all those present with the upmost certainty that the Ghantish people are destined to play a pivotal role in the future of this region and the world, for indeed they are already beginning to do so. You and all your siblings have a very bright future, Valentina, and I intend to make sure that the Imperium Antiquum is there with you every step of the way. Indeed, I have seen that..." Silvier then took a brief glance at Sara, the Princess Imperial of Ghant before then looking over at the young man who now occupied her throne at the table: Haeres Julianus Silvanus, Heir to the Throne of the Imperium Antiquum.
The Caesar had been lied to, and she did not like it. She had years of practice and practical experience to know how to control her emotions and conceal them, and she did that well, but the revelation brought forward by Captain Skaro that he and Atticus had been working together sent her blood to boiling point and left a sunken feeling in her chest. She had spent the rest of that first session trying to understand in her mind what had happened and what else the Skyans might have been doing. It was no secret that they were tactful people who sought to resolve all things through diplomacy before anything else, but this crossed a line. "Surely they knew it couldn't be that easy? Surely they had to be aware that there would be a cost for this?" As soon as the session had concluded she and her entourage had taken the time to find a private room where she could deliberate what had happened, and respond appropriately. It was not long until a message was dispatched to Atticus, requesting a private audience with him once the summit was concluded. She needed answers, but until then the matters at hand needed to be addressed.
Kylarnatia was not going to stand in front of the Reforms despite all of this. They had worked so hard with the Skyans to put them together - and had been cultivating their relationships with the other Gothic states for some time in preparation of breathing new life into the Alliance. It could not all be jeopardised now. Then there was Tristan's response to the proposal to consider: his outburst, if one could call it that, was a very clever move in order to make a point. A point which Silvier couldn't find fault with, for he was right: despite all the efforts the Imperium were making, and all the influence it and Silvier had cultivated, things were clearly moving too quickly. Discussions were had with attachés, a call to the Ministry of Foreign and Imperial Affairs to seek counsel. The time was still inevitably coming, but it was not today. Not at this time.
It was not long until the chamber was reconvened, and the debate resumed with discussion of the position of Executor and who should take it. The Caesar sat silently as she felt the weight of her coin in her hand, occasionally riding it through her fingers, which remained quite dexterous despite being encased in her golden gauntlet. The angelic wings of her ceremonial attire fell effortlessly over the back of her seat at the table, almost shielding the view of the many attachés working quietly behind her. They worked to and fro; taking accurate record of all the words being spoken, cross-checking all the facts as best they could while also providing the Caesar with accurate updates on all relevant issues happening outside the chamber. That's when Katya and the children--all except the mysterious Ryslander--left, and then she discovered why less than a minute later: a nuclear explosion a few hundred miles east of Mille Mortifere, close to Shen Almaru. Intelligence was still being collated by the Imperium Antiquum High Command, but the Caesar knew that her Fifth Fleet had Carrier Strike Groups within a days journey of the estimated fallout zone, for they had been placed there to monitor the growing tension in the area. Using a tablet at her disposal, she sent the order over encrypted channels: Dux Praefector Netos of the Fifth Fleet will dispatch all available forward elements to the area to monitor and help control the situation. Imperium Antiquum High Command to offer assistance to Pudite High Command and coordinate with them and the Drakonians. -- G.M..
Quickly her attention snapped back to the meeting as names began to be put forward for the Executor position. She listened closely: Godsend Emperor Tristan Skragg, Captain Skaro, Emperor Nathan and Praetor Augustus. Words were exchanged by all the relevant parties: some polite, some not so. All the while the Caesar listened, and observed her distorted reflection on the surface of the coin she now held in the palm of her hand. As soon as the Aldarminian Prince Ryslander had finished his last word, Silvier stood. The acolyte who still remained loyally by her side moved out of the way so that she could begin to walk around the table, pausing for a moment before the pulpit to look around at the stain glass windows. The faces of the original Gothic Lords, the scenes of the many Gothic Wars; it struck the fire within her that would fuel her coming words.
"Gholgoth. The very mention of its name inspires fear and dread to millions--nay, billions--across the globe. The wars that have been fought in these lands have been some of the bloodiest and most destructive this world has ever known, and those who have been brave...or if you prefer, foolish enough to venture here have been engulfed in flames so bright and so violent, that sailors during the Age of Exploration used to illustrate this place on the map as being filled with giant sea serpents and dragons."
Turning swiftly on her heel, the Caesar resumed walking around the table. "Our decisions here today will have a profound impact in ways we may not even be able to comprehend: do we intend to keep being the stuff of myth and children's nightmares, or can we become something much more?" She did not look at anyone immediately, but whenever anyone's eyes met with hers, she looked deeply into their souls. "We are all sown from the same fabric, bound within the same cloth that if pulled apart will rip and tear and cause consequences so destructive that it has been spelled out very succinctly in our line of sight just to make sure we don't forget." She smirked just a little, gesturing towards the last stain glass window which read the phrase 'Ultima Bello'.
"These reforms are the first step of hopefully many that will help guarantee longstanding peace and security for the Gothic states, which will allow us to once again project our might and power outwards to the corners of the earth, taking our place as the hegemonic powers we have the capability to be. But there are many affairs to get in order before that can happen, and the most pressing matter is that concerning the impending outside force from the Golden Throne seeking to act in retaliation against the Scandinvans." Silvier shot a glance at the Crown Prince Fenric before returning her attention to the rest of the Chamber. "Before we can even discuss that though, we must have mediation. This is why I'm glad that the Executor has been reintroduced--a proposal that the Imperium Antiquum brought forward--and for that I thank all of you for backing it."
"I know there are some amongst you that feel I would be suitable for this role, and for that I am grateful." Silvier shot a brief glance towards Ryslander, and then to Atticus. "Since the early days of the silence that has fallen over the Freekish Empire, I have done all that I can to bring this region together in times of crisis. The Imperium Antiquum has committed its resources - and the lives of its sons and daughters - to upholding peace and stability to the best of it's ability, and it will continue to do so, regardless of what happens in these discussions. Should it be the Council's will to select me, then I will accept it, and I will answer any and all questions posed to me. Should it be the will of the Council to select another, we shall accept that as well. To that end, I shall respond to the present nominations and endorse the candidate that I feel most suitable at the present time."
The Caesar promptly turned her attention to the first nominee for Executor, Godsend Emperor Tristan Skragg of Dephire. The two knew each other personally: Silvier had agreed to give refuge to Tristan and his Templars when they were expelled from Briska, and then committed Imperium forces to the successful efforts to reclaim it. She considered him a personal friend, but this was not a personal matter. "Emperor Tristan is one of the strongest men I have ever met. He and the Templars of Briska are without equal and it was an immense honour to be graced with their company during darker years. My people and I look proudly back upon the things we have achieved together. In any other situation, especially in the midst of conflict, I would seek the Godsend Emperor's guidance without a second thought. Fortunately however conflict can still be averted, therefore I believe the wise Templars energies are better suited elsewhere..."
Looking directly into his eyes, she took a brief moment to speak to him directly, using an old Dephirian language that she had learnt while in the company of the Templars during their time in Kylarnatia. "Clouds are gathering in the West, my friend. You will be needed there, and it will be my honour to stand alongside you once again, should you wish it."
Next was Captain Skaro of the Reich. Lord Hyperion, who had remained at the side of Silvier's throne at the table, had not taken his eyes off of him since he had revealed himself to be present. Had this been any other setting, he would have struck him down in an instant. Despite the unease about the Skyans decision to deal with him, the Imperium had to play nice for now. The Caesar came face to face with the Captain, standing just slightly taller than him as she looked down into his eyes, locking with them for what was probably only a few seconds but what felt like an eternity. While he was certainly much more human than any other Kravenite, he was still a Kravenite, and Silvier could feel the machine that he belonged to drumming deep within him. It must have made quite a stark contrast: her angelic, almost divine-like appearance as opposed to his very common demeanour. She said nothing; she looked him over once, looked back at him--and with the smallest slither of a smirk--moved on. She would have to break his neck another day.
Emperor Nathan was next, but Silvier turned her attention to the young Valentina instead. Her motherly nature engaged, and she wore a broad smile. "Sweet Valentina, you do both your father and your country proud! While the future is always a mystery there are a few certainties that like to present themselves in the present to give us a taste of what is to come, and I announce it here now to all those present with the upmost certainty that the Ghantish people are destined to play a pivotal role in the future of this region and the world, for indeed they are already beginning to do so. You and all your siblings have a very bright future, Valentina, and I intend to make sure that the Imperium Antiquum is there with you every step of the way. Indeed, I have seen that..." Silvier then took a brief glance at Sara, the Princess Imperial of Ghant before then looking over at the young man who now occupied her throne at the table: Haeres Julianus Silvanus, Heir to the Throne of the Imperium Antiquum.
Earlier...
[OOC: Contributions from Havensky]
“Lucas, Jessica: please allow me to introduce you to my son, Julianus. He has decided to come and join us here so that he can gain some experience in Gothic diplomacy.” Silvier brought Julianus forward to the Ironwings. He smiles warmly at them both, and pounds his chest with his left arm while bowing his head: the Kylarnatian salute. Julianus had just turned fourteen years of age and stood at around 6’2”, his sleek black hair gleaming in the light of the room while he stood tall. His build was still quite slim but his shoulders were broad, suggesting that he would be able to bulk up at the appropriate age. The heir to the Imperium Antiquum's throne was dressed as ornately as his mother, except that his armour was silver instead of gold, cape purple instead of sanguine, and his set of wings were not as large as Silvier’s. A Kylarnatian scimitar was on his belt and under his other arm he carried a plume helmet.
“Your Majesties, it is a great honour. I am the Haeres Julianus Kain Silvanus of the Imperium Antiquum, Firstborn of my beloved mother and Caesar and the Centurion of the Fangthane Palace Guard.” His position as Centurion was a ceremonial role bestowed to all the heirs, a first taste of military command from quite a young age. Ever since the age of five, Julianus had taken it quite seriously, observing the changing of the Guard each morning on horseback.
“I have heard many great things about you from my mother, who like my people, hold you in the highest of regards. Rightly so, I believe, due to your actions to keep the peace not only here in Gholgoth, but across the world.”
Jessica and Lucas both smiled at once. He was very well spoken and quite strapping for a fourteen year old. Already, he was taller than Lucas who often wondered what they fed the kids up north. It was Jessica who replied to the young prince.
“We thank you for your kind words. I see you are indeed a very fine captain. How are you liking Citadel City?”
“While I’ve only been able to see a small part of it thus far, I do enjoy the atmosphere. When I was younger I was captivated by the news of it’s construction, and I’m glad to see it has become such a shining beacon in an otherwise unstable part of our region.”
“When you were younger,” Lucas remarked lightheartedly. “Don’t make me feel any older than I already am this city’s still pretty new. Perhaps we can steal you from the north for some training at Citadel Military College when the time comes?”
Lucas had an eye for talent and he clearly saw that the young man had been educated from the get go for government service. He’s make a fine addition to the Academy. Skyan officers not only needed to be good with destruction, but diplomacy as well and it seemed he had a knack for speaking.
At this point, Julianus actually looked towards his mother. Smiling, she spoke. “That is a wonderful proposal, Lucas. While usually the education of the Haeres is very heavily controlled by myself and the Fangthane Palace, we do make certain exceptions when we know there are desirable experiences elsewhere. I think, when the time comes, it’d be beneficial for Julianus to spend a semester abroad with you at Citadel University to not only get some experience of the international world, but to also benefit greatly from your tutelage.”
Julianus then turned back. “It would indeed be my honour, your Majesty, when the time comes. While I do not dare wish to speak as if my mother is going anywhere any time soon, I am even now encouraged to consider where I believe the Imperium Antiquum should head under my direction. I truly believe that the relationship between our two nations will be pivotal for years to come, and together we can continue to be a force for good and stability in the world.”
“That’s fantastic. I’m sure we’ll talk more about it as we get closer to time. in the meantime if you’d like a tour of the Legionary Training Groups I’m taking some of the other kids there during the meeting.”
“Actually, I was very much hoping I’d be able to witness the meeting. That is why I decided to attend, after all.” Julianus smiled politely. “However, I would definitely be up to seeing the Legionary Training Groups at another time.”
Jessica turned her head to the side ever so slightly. This young man was certainly on his best behavior. She wondered if he was always like this or if he would end up getting into trouble once out of the gaze of his mother.
“Very well then.” replied Jessica, “Then we’ll see you at the meeting! It was nice meeting you Julianus.”
“The pleasure was all mine, your Majesties.” Julianus bowed once more, while the Caesar observed with reserved but clearly evident pride.
When he stood straight again, she placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered. “Now, do go and mingle with the children. They will be your counterparts one day on this stage, so it’d be good to make a strong first impression.”
“I agree. I shall return before the meeting commences. Love you, mother.” With that, Julianus departed for the children. Despite his insistence on using formalities in most of his conversations, he would still never go without telling his mother he loved her.
“I love you too, my baby boy.” Silvier uttered quietly while watching him walk off, his head held high.
[OOC: Contributions from Ghant]
Julianus spent some time walking around the room, not making his approach towards the other children too obvious, noting all the various dignitaries and heads of state who had already arrived. Every so often he would look back around to see where his mother was, or at least where a fellow native of his homeland was, just in case he ever got cold feet and wanted to retreat from mingling. While he was being prepared more and more for public and private engagements it did give him nerves from time to time, and he was grateful that he still had the privilege of backing out if he wanted to. At least for now.
The Crown Prince of Ghant went off brooding, clearly disappointed that his bout with the Skyan king was cut short, by the steel arm of the queen, no less. Bebe’s sisters lurked on the periphery, watching casually, and gossiping amongst each other. “Such a shame,” Valerie said with a yawn to her sisters, “I wanted to see him get knocked on his ass. It’s long overdue, especially considering all the palace men-at-arms go easy on him.”
“That’s because they fear mother’s retribution should he get hurt,” Sara told her younger sister sagely. “Mother doesn’t want him fighting anyway, and woe be to the man that enables him.” Sara observed her youngest half-sister Valentina scamper around with Bebe and the Aldarminians, taunting them all no doubt, for there were none so brazen as the young fiery haired princess. Blanche on the other hand hung back, being a naturally shy girl that preferred to float in shrinking fashion near her older half-sisters.
“Mother’s naive, then,” Valerie shook her head. “Because he does it anyway and goads men to spar with him. He tells them that when he’s Emperor, he’ll remember who indulged his requests, and who refused him. Father won’t be Emperor forever you know, and once he’s gone...Bebe will begin his reign swiftly. Good men of Ghant know this, so why refuse him? That’s why King Ironwing should’ve got him...because mother can’t reprimand him!”
Sara looked gravely at her younger sister. Valerie thought she knew everything, but in fact, she knew very little. “No, but she can reprimand father, and you know she would too. God knows they spend enough time fighting already…”
“...and yet, they always seem to make up, don’t they?” Valerie asked rhetorically. “Plenty of babies are proof of that…”
Julianus’ mother had explained to him the commotion he had only just missed, and so for a while his focus was exclusively on Bebe, who was continuing to antagonise the other royal children from Aldarminia. This prince - “A boy, really” were Julianus’ initial thoughts - would one day be his fellow counterpart in leading the world. His mother had always taught him to never judge too quickly, however, especially when it came to the people you had to work with. One premature judgement could cost you a valuable ally, or make you gullible to a potential enemy.
It would be good for him to converse with Bebe at some point during this coming weekend of talks and discussions, at the very least for the good photo opportunity and piece of history it’d create. Julianus knew the value of that. But no, now would not be the time for that. The Ghantish Crown Prince was still too busy being a child right this moment, as was his right - just as it was Julianus’ to not socialise if he so wished - but for them to talk they would have to talk as heirs. “Warriors must also master the weapons of verse, not just the weapons of war.”
Tightening his grip on the helmet underneath his right arm and resting his left hand on the hilt of his sheathed scimitar, he then looked to the edges of the room and noticed the three princesses looking on from afar. They were his sisters, and the Caesar had joked to her son once: “If you want another boy to really take you seriously while putting him on the backfoot, talk to his sister.”
It was a mischievous way of teaching him diplomacy, but he had gained plenty of experience at it in his school's dining hall, the thought of which made him pull a sly smile. It was time to see if it’d work in the real world.
Approaching the princesses, the Haeres bowed gracefully before all of them. “Your Imperial Majesties, allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Haeres Julianus Kain Silvanus, Firstborn of my beloved mother and Caesar and the Centurion of the Fangthane Palace Guard. It is a pleasure to meet all of your acquaintances.”
He stood up straight once more and smiled warmly at all of the girls, then spoke straight to the eldest, Sara. His mother had pointed her out to him specifically. While Bebe was going to be his direct counterpart one day, Sara presented something more. According to his mother, she was by far the strongest in the Ghantish litter. “I certainly cannot wait to get to know you better. We’ll all be the adults in this room one day. This is history in the making.”
Princess Valerie giggled, and cut off her older sister, who was in the process of responding. “Your name is Hairs, like on your head, or hares like rabbits?” she asked with a snigger. This prompted Sara to glance sternly at her, before quickly recomposing herself.
“Pardon my sister, your Highness,” Sara informed the prince. He was rather tall, nearly a foot taller than the girls, prompting them to look up at him. “She thinks she’s funny. I am Sara, Princess Imperial of Ghant,” she said with a deep, elegant curtsey.
“High Princess Valerie,” the younger princess said with a similar curtsey, though less refined.
“...Pa...Princess Blanche, your Highness,” the third and final of them stammered out, her manners good, but her social poise a bit rough around the edges.
Julianus smiled politely at all of them, turning. “Sara, Valerie, Blanche.” He acknowledged each in turn, giving a slight bow as each curtsied.
“And please, you may just call me Julianus when we’re speaking directly. We’re all human; at least, I was the last I checked. Haven’t had an unusual craving for carrots lately.” He winked, taking control of the joke that Valerie tried to make. Another thing his mother had taught him: if someone makes a bad joke, take control of it. If you get the laughs, you come off better as a result. “Though I must say, this event certainly has a craving of it’s own. Could any of you imagine that we’d be in this room now, surrounded by all these powerful people? With all these…”
He took some time to observe the scene around them, taking another glance at where Bebe was before looking back to the princesses, specifically at Sara. “...beautiful people.” He smirked. You guessed it, his mother: Make her laugh, then make her smile. Then you’ve got her attention.
Indeed, Sara laughed, and smiled, and though she might not have noticed, she did blush a little. “Julianus it is then, and so well spoken! As to your inquiry, it is as my father said. That gatherings of Gothic Lords are not minor affairs. Powerful people are plenty in number, as should be expected.”
Valerie sniggered too, but she seemed far less taken by the Prince’s charms. “I’ve been looking for Kravenites, but I haven’t seen any. I heard that they wear gas-masks and dress in black, and wear black gloves so that you can’t see any part of their skin, because it’s ugly. It’s ugly because they’re grown in VATS in deep underground labs, and treated like monsters from the time they’re hatched.”
Julianus noticed that Sara blushed, but before he could say anything more to her Valerie had mentioned the Kravenites. While he kept his calm composure, his muscles tensed; luckily that wasn’t visible due to his armour, though he did re-adjust the grip he had on the hilt of his scimitar. “I’m afraid you won’t be seeing one of them here; my mother tells me they’re not the social type. Even if you did, you’d be lucky to get a glimpse of them before Lord Hyperion over there,” Julianus drew their attention to the behemoth, who was standing on the other side of the room, scanning over it like the sentinel he was. “Cleaved through them with his axe. Kravenites might be scary, but he’s terrifying. They might be monsters grown underground, but he’s a son of the Grand Mother. He can also tell you quite a bit about Kravenite anatomy: his men brought back quite a few ‘souvenirs’ from the shores of Fortress Norska after the First Milograd War.”
“Oh? Like what?” Valerie asked with piqued curiosity.
“That’s beside the point,” her sister countered politely. “The point is that the Kravenites do not frequent such functions, because that is not their way. A strange thing really, to think that they were members of the Gothic Pact, and yet their allies within the region seem few and far between.”
“...Father says he would rather break bread with an ice troll than a Kravenite,” Valerie sniggered under her breath, “and ice trolls aren’t even real, but the stories said that they picked their teeth with the bones of naughty children!”
Sara forced a smile at Julianus. “My sister has a wild imagination, doesn’t she? Might I digress, your Highness, Lord Hyperion is a truly magnificent spectacle. I’m sure you sleep very well at night knowing such a noted warrior is never far away.”
“When he was young he refused to sleep at all.” The sudden sound of the deep, booming voice of Lord Hyperion caused even Julianus to flinch a little, losing the smile he had given Sara in response to hers. He and the princesses were now all caught in the Lord’s long and wide shadow, and they were all the direct focus of his fiery gaze. Julianus returned to ceremony and bowed in respect, even taking his left hand off the hilt of his blade, turning it into a fist and pounding his chest in salute.
“Lord Hyperion, it is great to see you. Allow me to introduce you to--”
“I know who they are.” Hyperion stood like a guardian made of stone; not a single part of him moved, and his armour was so large and so heavy that it was impossible to tell whether he was breathing at all.
“Of course.” Julianus nodded, before looking back to the princesses. “We were all just introducing each other, and then the High Princess Valerie wondered when the Kravenites would be arriving, to which the Princess Imperial Sara and I elaborated that would not be happening.”
Blanche began to stammer on quivering legs. “...That’s a very large man…”
“Indeed it is.” Another masculine voice said melodic from behind her, and another man stepped forward. “Ser Rolli Ahateremu, at your service...though perhaps you already knew that, o’ Lord Hyperion.” the Knight of Ducks had to look up to see Lord Hyperion, despite being six foot six. Perhaps among anyone else, Rolli might have been an imposing figure, but around the likes of the exalted Hyperion, he was but a small man indeed. “Forgive me...for my intrusion, your highnesses. His Majesty the Emperor is wary of strange and powerful men around his daughters...especially ones that he doesn’t know.” While Hyperion was certainly an intimidating figure, Rolli had a wide, crooked smile and flickering blue eyes, beneath an enameled duck helm.
“Ser Rolli is a great knight, a good man and true,” Sara spoke highly of her father’s champion. “He means no disrespect. A good guardian errs on the side of caution, is that not true?”
Valerie giggled uneasily before the great Lord Hyperion, and pointed out that. “He wasn’t always a great knight. Before father met him up north, he was a hedge knight who got kicked out of his hometown for punching the local lord’s son in the face...so hard that it broke his nose.”
Rolli smiled again. “My father was a blacksmith at Castle Iuza, and on my sixteenth birthday, my father gave me a sword of castle-forged steel. The Lord’s son saw this and tried to claim it, but I wasn’t giving it up. He tried to take it from me, and I knocked ‘em on the nose. Of course I had to flee, but I got to keep the sword,” he explained with a grin as he patted his scabbard, the sword in its sheath. “And good fortune has blessed me ever since.”
“Fascinating.” Hyperion murmured, having turned his head slightly to look down to Ser Rolli so as to listen to his story. He then glanced over towards his own weapon, the greataxe Nightbane, which glimmered in the light before turning his attention towards the Princess Imperial. “Indeed, though I can tell him that your father the Emperor is very well aware of who I am, but perhaps that is exactly why Ser Rolli chose to join us to begin with.”
Julianus laughed heartedly. “Lord Hyperion enjoys himself more at these gatherings then he ever likes to admit. Rumour is back home he can be quite sociable when he chooses to be, though I’ve yet to see it.”
Hyperion ignored the Haeres, moving on the discussion back to what was originally being discussed before the two guardians interfered. “The Kravenites may be born underground, and they may work like emotionless machines, but in the end they are still flesh and bone. They still bleed the same as us, and thus they still die the same. Strip away that tainted skin and their skulls are no different from the thousands of others I have collected.” Lifting his long cape, he revealed a skull fastened to his belt, which had C.M. MMXIX etched across its forehead.
At the sight of the skull, Blanche yelped and Valerie shrieked...the latter picked up the skirt of her gown and ran away, with Blanche trailing after her. Sara remained, standing still and quietly, though Rolli looked amused. “On the contrary, Lord Hyperion, perhaps I chose to join you because I knew you’d send the little princesses running in terror.”
“...That’s a rather impressive trophy,” Sara said, though not without some unease. “I wouldn’t dare inquire how you came to acquire it...that seems like it would be very impolite conversation…for a girl my age…”
“All that you need to know, Princess Imperial, is that you and your sister's feelings of unease are better kept in me than in the Kravenites. They feed off fear; take that away from them and they have nothing.” Hyperion watched as both Blanche and Valerie darted away, letting go of his cape so that the skull was concealed once again. Julianus laughed heartedly again, before turning his attention to the fact that the room seemed to be gathering and moving onwards. Hyperion noticed as well.
“I shall be joining the Caesar. Ser Rolli, Princess Imperial, Haeres.” The goliath Lord pounded his left gauntlet on his chest, creating a thunderous clap before turning swiftly on his heel and departing. Julianus returned the gesture.
“It looks like the show is about to begin.” He remarked, before looking over to Sara with another smile. He offered her his arm, “May I walk with you and Ser Rolli to the Chamber?”
“Your Highnesses...if you shall excuse me, I should go gather the scattered sheep.” Rolli bowed before showing himself off in the direction of the frightened princesses, leaving only Sara and Julianus in the wake of the recently departed champions.
Sara on the other hand smiled at Julianus, and accepted his invitation, gently and gracefully offering him her arm in return. “How could I refuse?” she said beaming. “Knowing my father, I’m sure it will be quite the show indeed. There’s never a dull moment with him in the room...I can only imagine that room being the Gothic Chamber!” while she teased her father’s reputation for making an entrance, she was careful to protect him, for he had a penchant for controversy the likes of which few Gothic Lords could hope to match.
Julianus chuckled, before linking his arm with Sara’s and beginning to guide her at a gentle walking pace in the direction of the Gothic Chamber. “Between you and me, I could say the same of my mother. She knows how to command people’s attention when she wants it, though there does seem to be a lot of colourful characters here today, so anything could happen. Lets at the very least hope it is productive, hm?”
“Oh, I have no doubt that it will be...very much so.” Sara walked gracefully towards the Gothic Chamber with Julianus, eager to see what events would unfold once the meeting was underway. The foreign Crown Prince was pleasant enough company, even if his champion scared her sisters. A part of her was afraid too, but as the oldest child it was her responsibility to face down fear...at least within reason.
Julianus smiled and for a moment looked directly ahead, seeing his mother flanked by both Hyperion and the acolyte, with her staff also following closely behind. He felt a great warmth in his chest, not only because of the love and admiration he had for his mother but also because he felt an incredible level of excitement in being present, if not also a tiny bit of nervousness. Even so, he would have to not let that overcome him too much, and should do as his step-mother told him: “just focus on enjoying yourself, and taking it all in whilst you’re there. You have no responsibility as an observer.”
“...That’s precisely what I’m worried about,” Sara replied, allowing herself a snigger.
Eventually the two arrived in the Chamber with the rest of those assembled, and even Julianus could not help but audibly gasp at the spectacle that was around them. He had heard that the Skyans had a passion for architecture, but he never thought they could go to such lengths. Taking some time to admire the stained glass windows in particular, he then looked around the room until he saw where the Ghantish entourage was located. Spotting them, he looked at Sara again and smiled, before walking her over. “Thank you for your company, Your Highness, and I hope I get the chance to talk to you again over this weekend.”
Walking Sara directly to her father as he was seated, he bowed gracefully to her first before turning his attention to the Emperor and the rest of his children and entourage, pounding his chest in salute and bowing separately before departing without saying a word, heading straight for his mother. There wasn’t enough time to strike up another conversation now that proceedings were about to begin, and besides, they would be able to figure out who he was from the direction in which he headed.
“You’re welcome,” she replied. “It was a great honor, and I hope I get the chance as well. Until next time.” After a deep curtsey, Sara joined her brothers and sisters in the chamber seats. The Crown Prince and his brothers were distracted, and so Sara was able to return without drawing notice. The Emperor, on the other hand, watched closely the comings and goings of Julianus, for the older man knew of the boy, but had little in the way of an opinion about him. As such he didn’t say anything, rather watching the prince depart. Sara, on the other hand, sat beside her sisters and steeled herself, for the meeting was about to begin in earnest.
“Lucas, Jessica: please allow me to introduce you to my son, Julianus. He has decided to come and join us here so that he can gain some experience in Gothic diplomacy.” Silvier brought Julianus forward to the Ironwings. He smiles warmly at them both, and pounds his chest with his left arm while bowing his head: the Kylarnatian salute. Julianus had just turned fourteen years of age and stood at around 6’2”, his sleek black hair gleaming in the light of the room while he stood tall. His build was still quite slim but his shoulders were broad, suggesting that he would be able to bulk up at the appropriate age. The heir to the Imperium Antiquum's throne was dressed as ornately as his mother, except that his armour was silver instead of gold, cape purple instead of sanguine, and his set of wings were not as large as Silvier’s. A Kylarnatian scimitar was on his belt and under his other arm he carried a plume helmet.
“Your Majesties, it is a great honour. I am the Haeres Julianus Kain Silvanus of the Imperium Antiquum, Firstborn of my beloved mother and Caesar and the Centurion of the Fangthane Palace Guard.” His position as Centurion was a ceremonial role bestowed to all the heirs, a first taste of military command from quite a young age. Ever since the age of five, Julianus had taken it quite seriously, observing the changing of the Guard each morning on horseback.
“I have heard many great things about you from my mother, who like my people, hold you in the highest of regards. Rightly so, I believe, due to your actions to keep the peace not only here in Gholgoth, but across the world.”
Jessica and Lucas both smiled at once. He was very well spoken and quite strapping for a fourteen year old. Already, he was taller than Lucas who often wondered what they fed the kids up north. It was Jessica who replied to the young prince.
“We thank you for your kind words. I see you are indeed a very fine captain. How are you liking Citadel City?”
“While I’ve only been able to see a small part of it thus far, I do enjoy the atmosphere. When I was younger I was captivated by the news of it’s construction, and I’m glad to see it has become such a shining beacon in an otherwise unstable part of our region.”
“When you were younger,” Lucas remarked lightheartedly. “Don’t make me feel any older than I already am this city’s still pretty new. Perhaps we can steal you from the north for some training at Citadel Military College when the time comes?”
Lucas had an eye for talent and he clearly saw that the young man had been educated from the get go for government service. He’s make a fine addition to the Academy. Skyan officers not only needed to be good with destruction, but diplomacy as well and it seemed he had a knack for speaking.
At this point, Julianus actually looked towards his mother. Smiling, she spoke. “That is a wonderful proposal, Lucas. While usually the education of the Haeres is very heavily controlled by myself and the Fangthane Palace, we do make certain exceptions when we know there are desirable experiences elsewhere. I think, when the time comes, it’d be beneficial for Julianus to spend a semester abroad with you at Citadel University to not only get some experience of the international world, but to also benefit greatly from your tutelage.”
Julianus then turned back. “It would indeed be my honour, your Majesty, when the time comes. While I do not dare wish to speak as if my mother is going anywhere any time soon, I am even now encouraged to consider where I believe the Imperium Antiquum should head under my direction. I truly believe that the relationship between our two nations will be pivotal for years to come, and together we can continue to be a force for good and stability in the world.”
“That’s fantastic. I’m sure we’ll talk more about it as we get closer to time. in the meantime if you’d like a tour of the Legionary Training Groups I’m taking some of the other kids there during the meeting.”
“Actually, I was very much hoping I’d be able to witness the meeting. That is why I decided to attend, after all.” Julianus smiled politely. “However, I would definitely be up to seeing the Legionary Training Groups at another time.”
Jessica turned her head to the side ever so slightly. This young man was certainly on his best behavior. She wondered if he was always like this or if he would end up getting into trouble once out of the gaze of his mother.
“Very well then.” replied Jessica, “Then we’ll see you at the meeting! It was nice meeting you Julianus.”
“The pleasure was all mine, your Majesties.” Julianus bowed once more, while the Caesar observed with reserved but clearly evident pride.
When he stood straight again, she placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered. “Now, do go and mingle with the children. They will be your counterparts one day on this stage, so it’d be good to make a strong first impression.”
“I agree. I shall return before the meeting commences. Love you, mother.” With that, Julianus departed for the children. Despite his insistence on using formalities in most of his conversations, he would still never go without telling his mother he loved her.
“I love you too, my baby boy.” Silvier uttered quietly while watching him walk off, his head held high.
[OOC: Contributions from Ghant]
Julianus spent some time walking around the room, not making his approach towards the other children too obvious, noting all the various dignitaries and heads of state who had already arrived. Every so often he would look back around to see where his mother was, or at least where a fellow native of his homeland was, just in case he ever got cold feet and wanted to retreat from mingling. While he was being prepared more and more for public and private engagements it did give him nerves from time to time, and he was grateful that he still had the privilege of backing out if he wanted to. At least for now.
The Crown Prince of Ghant went off brooding, clearly disappointed that his bout with the Skyan king was cut short, by the steel arm of the queen, no less. Bebe’s sisters lurked on the periphery, watching casually, and gossiping amongst each other. “Such a shame,” Valerie said with a yawn to her sisters, “I wanted to see him get knocked on his ass. It’s long overdue, especially considering all the palace men-at-arms go easy on him.”
“That’s because they fear mother’s retribution should he get hurt,” Sara told her younger sister sagely. “Mother doesn’t want him fighting anyway, and woe be to the man that enables him.” Sara observed her youngest half-sister Valentina scamper around with Bebe and the Aldarminians, taunting them all no doubt, for there were none so brazen as the young fiery haired princess. Blanche on the other hand hung back, being a naturally shy girl that preferred to float in shrinking fashion near her older half-sisters.
“Mother’s naive, then,” Valerie shook her head. “Because he does it anyway and goads men to spar with him. He tells them that when he’s Emperor, he’ll remember who indulged his requests, and who refused him. Father won’t be Emperor forever you know, and once he’s gone...Bebe will begin his reign swiftly. Good men of Ghant know this, so why refuse him? That’s why King Ironwing should’ve got him...because mother can’t reprimand him!”
Sara looked gravely at her younger sister. Valerie thought she knew everything, but in fact, she knew very little. “No, but she can reprimand father, and you know she would too. God knows they spend enough time fighting already…”
“...and yet, they always seem to make up, don’t they?” Valerie asked rhetorically. “Plenty of babies are proof of that…”
Julianus’ mother had explained to him the commotion he had only just missed, and so for a while his focus was exclusively on Bebe, who was continuing to antagonise the other royal children from Aldarminia. This prince - “A boy, really” were Julianus’ initial thoughts - would one day be his fellow counterpart in leading the world. His mother had always taught him to never judge too quickly, however, especially when it came to the people you had to work with. One premature judgement could cost you a valuable ally, or make you gullible to a potential enemy.
It would be good for him to converse with Bebe at some point during this coming weekend of talks and discussions, at the very least for the good photo opportunity and piece of history it’d create. Julianus knew the value of that. But no, now would not be the time for that. The Ghantish Crown Prince was still too busy being a child right this moment, as was his right - just as it was Julianus’ to not socialise if he so wished - but for them to talk they would have to talk as heirs. “Warriors must also master the weapons of verse, not just the weapons of war.”
Tightening his grip on the helmet underneath his right arm and resting his left hand on the hilt of his sheathed scimitar, he then looked to the edges of the room and noticed the three princesses looking on from afar. They were his sisters, and the Caesar had joked to her son once: “If you want another boy to really take you seriously while putting him on the backfoot, talk to his sister.”
It was a mischievous way of teaching him diplomacy, but he had gained plenty of experience at it in his school's dining hall, the thought of which made him pull a sly smile. It was time to see if it’d work in the real world.
Approaching the princesses, the Haeres bowed gracefully before all of them. “Your Imperial Majesties, allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Haeres Julianus Kain Silvanus, Firstborn of my beloved mother and Caesar and the Centurion of the Fangthane Palace Guard. It is a pleasure to meet all of your acquaintances.”
He stood up straight once more and smiled warmly at all of the girls, then spoke straight to the eldest, Sara. His mother had pointed her out to him specifically. While Bebe was going to be his direct counterpart one day, Sara presented something more. According to his mother, she was by far the strongest in the Ghantish litter. “I certainly cannot wait to get to know you better. We’ll all be the adults in this room one day. This is history in the making.”
Princess Valerie giggled, and cut off her older sister, who was in the process of responding. “Your name is Hairs, like on your head, or hares like rabbits?” she asked with a snigger. This prompted Sara to glance sternly at her, before quickly recomposing herself.
“Pardon my sister, your Highness,” Sara informed the prince. He was rather tall, nearly a foot taller than the girls, prompting them to look up at him. “She thinks she’s funny. I am Sara, Princess Imperial of Ghant,” she said with a deep, elegant curtsey.
“High Princess Valerie,” the younger princess said with a similar curtsey, though less refined.
“...Pa...Princess Blanche, your Highness,” the third and final of them stammered out, her manners good, but her social poise a bit rough around the edges.
Julianus smiled politely at all of them, turning. “Sara, Valerie, Blanche.” He acknowledged each in turn, giving a slight bow as each curtsied.
“And please, you may just call me Julianus when we’re speaking directly. We’re all human; at least, I was the last I checked. Haven’t had an unusual craving for carrots lately.” He winked, taking control of the joke that Valerie tried to make. Another thing his mother had taught him: if someone makes a bad joke, take control of it. If you get the laughs, you come off better as a result. “Though I must say, this event certainly has a craving of it’s own. Could any of you imagine that we’d be in this room now, surrounded by all these powerful people? With all these…”
He took some time to observe the scene around them, taking another glance at where Bebe was before looking back to the princesses, specifically at Sara. “...beautiful people.” He smirked. You guessed it, his mother: Make her laugh, then make her smile. Then you’ve got her attention.
Indeed, Sara laughed, and smiled, and though she might not have noticed, she did blush a little. “Julianus it is then, and so well spoken! As to your inquiry, it is as my father said. That gatherings of Gothic Lords are not minor affairs. Powerful people are plenty in number, as should be expected.”
Valerie sniggered too, but she seemed far less taken by the Prince’s charms. “I’ve been looking for Kravenites, but I haven’t seen any. I heard that they wear gas-masks and dress in black, and wear black gloves so that you can’t see any part of their skin, because it’s ugly. It’s ugly because they’re grown in VATS in deep underground labs, and treated like monsters from the time they’re hatched.”
Julianus noticed that Sara blushed, but before he could say anything more to her Valerie had mentioned the Kravenites. While he kept his calm composure, his muscles tensed; luckily that wasn’t visible due to his armour, though he did re-adjust the grip he had on the hilt of his scimitar. “I’m afraid you won’t be seeing one of them here; my mother tells me they’re not the social type. Even if you did, you’d be lucky to get a glimpse of them before Lord Hyperion over there,” Julianus drew their attention to the behemoth, who was standing on the other side of the room, scanning over it like the sentinel he was. “Cleaved through them with his axe. Kravenites might be scary, but he’s terrifying. They might be monsters grown underground, but he’s a son of the Grand Mother. He can also tell you quite a bit about Kravenite anatomy: his men brought back quite a few ‘souvenirs’ from the shores of Fortress Norska after the First Milograd War.”
“Oh? Like what?” Valerie asked with piqued curiosity.
“That’s beside the point,” her sister countered politely. “The point is that the Kravenites do not frequent such functions, because that is not their way. A strange thing really, to think that they were members of the Gothic Pact, and yet their allies within the region seem few and far between.”
“...Father says he would rather break bread with an ice troll than a Kravenite,” Valerie sniggered under her breath, “and ice trolls aren’t even real, but the stories said that they picked their teeth with the bones of naughty children!”
Sara forced a smile at Julianus. “My sister has a wild imagination, doesn’t she? Might I digress, your Highness, Lord Hyperion is a truly magnificent spectacle. I’m sure you sleep very well at night knowing such a noted warrior is never far away.”
“When he was young he refused to sleep at all.” The sudden sound of the deep, booming voice of Lord Hyperion caused even Julianus to flinch a little, losing the smile he had given Sara in response to hers. He and the princesses were now all caught in the Lord’s long and wide shadow, and they were all the direct focus of his fiery gaze. Julianus returned to ceremony and bowed in respect, even taking his left hand off the hilt of his blade, turning it into a fist and pounding his chest in salute.
“Lord Hyperion, it is great to see you. Allow me to introduce you to--”
“I know who they are.” Hyperion stood like a guardian made of stone; not a single part of him moved, and his armour was so large and so heavy that it was impossible to tell whether he was breathing at all.
“Of course.” Julianus nodded, before looking back to the princesses. “We were all just introducing each other, and then the High Princess Valerie wondered when the Kravenites would be arriving, to which the Princess Imperial Sara and I elaborated that would not be happening.”
Blanche began to stammer on quivering legs. “...That’s a very large man…”
“Indeed it is.” Another masculine voice said melodic from behind her, and another man stepped forward. “Ser Rolli Ahateremu, at your service...though perhaps you already knew that, o’ Lord Hyperion.” the Knight of Ducks had to look up to see Lord Hyperion, despite being six foot six. Perhaps among anyone else, Rolli might have been an imposing figure, but around the likes of the exalted Hyperion, he was but a small man indeed. “Forgive me...for my intrusion, your highnesses. His Majesty the Emperor is wary of strange and powerful men around his daughters...especially ones that he doesn’t know.” While Hyperion was certainly an intimidating figure, Rolli had a wide, crooked smile and flickering blue eyes, beneath an enameled duck helm.
“Ser Rolli is a great knight, a good man and true,” Sara spoke highly of her father’s champion. “He means no disrespect. A good guardian errs on the side of caution, is that not true?”
Valerie giggled uneasily before the great Lord Hyperion, and pointed out that. “He wasn’t always a great knight. Before father met him up north, he was a hedge knight who got kicked out of his hometown for punching the local lord’s son in the face...so hard that it broke his nose.”
Rolli smiled again. “My father was a blacksmith at Castle Iuza, and on my sixteenth birthday, my father gave me a sword of castle-forged steel. The Lord’s son saw this and tried to claim it, but I wasn’t giving it up. He tried to take it from me, and I knocked ‘em on the nose. Of course I had to flee, but I got to keep the sword,” he explained with a grin as he patted his scabbard, the sword in its sheath. “And good fortune has blessed me ever since.”
“Fascinating.” Hyperion murmured, having turned his head slightly to look down to Ser Rolli so as to listen to his story. He then glanced over towards his own weapon, the greataxe Nightbane, which glimmered in the light before turning his attention towards the Princess Imperial. “Indeed, though I can tell him that your father the Emperor is very well aware of who I am, but perhaps that is exactly why Ser Rolli chose to join us to begin with.”
Julianus laughed heartedly. “Lord Hyperion enjoys himself more at these gatherings then he ever likes to admit. Rumour is back home he can be quite sociable when he chooses to be, though I’ve yet to see it.”
Hyperion ignored the Haeres, moving on the discussion back to what was originally being discussed before the two guardians interfered. “The Kravenites may be born underground, and they may work like emotionless machines, but in the end they are still flesh and bone. They still bleed the same as us, and thus they still die the same. Strip away that tainted skin and their skulls are no different from the thousands of others I have collected.” Lifting his long cape, he revealed a skull fastened to his belt, which had C.M. MMXIX etched across its forehead.
At the sight of the skull, Blanche yelped and Valerie shrieked...the latter picked up the skirt of her gown and ran away, with Blanche trailing after her. Sara remained, standing still and quietly, though Rolli looked amused. “On the contrary, Lord Hyperion, perhaps I chose to join you because I knew you’d send the little princesses running in terror.”
“...That’s a rather impressive trophy,” Sara said, though not without some unease. “I wouldn’t dare inquire how you came to acquire it...that seems like it would be very impolite conversation…for a girl my age…”
“All that you need to know, Princess Imperial, is that you and your sister's feelings of unease are better kept in me than in the Kravenites. They feed off fear; take that away from them and they have nothing.” Hyperion watched as both Blanche and Valerie darted away, letting go of his cape so that the skull was concealed once again. Julianus laughed heartedly again, before turning his attention to the fact that the room seemed to be gathering and moving onwards. Hyperion noticed as well.
“I shall be joining the Caesar. Ser Rolli, Princess Imperial, Haeres.” The goliath Lord pounded his left gauntlet on his chest, creating a thunderous clap before turning swiftly on his heel and departing. Julianus returned the gesture.
“It looks like the show is about to begin.” He remarked, before looking over to Sara with another smile. He offered her his arm, “May I walk with you and Ser Rolli to the Chamber?”
“Your Highnesses...if you shall excuse me, I should go gather the scattered sheep.” Rolli bowed before showing himself off in the direction of the frightened princesses, leaving only Sara and Julianus in the wake of the recently departed champions.
Sara on the other hand smiled at Julianus, and accepted his invitation, gently and gracefully offering him her arm in return. “How could I refuse?” she said beaming. “Knowing my father, I’m sure it will be quite the show indeed. There’s never a dull moment with him in the room...I can only imagine that room being the Gothic Chamber!” while she teased her father’s reputation for making an entrance, she was careful to protect him, for he had a penchant for controversy the likes of which few Gothic Lords could hope to match.
Julianus chuckled, before linking his arm with Sara’s and beginning to guide her at a gentle walking pace in the direction of the Gothic Chamber. “Between you and me, I could say the same of my mother. She knows how to command people’s attention when she wants it, though there does seem to be a lot of colourful characters here today, so anything could happen. Lets at the very least hope it is productive, hm?”
“Oh, I have no doubt that it will be...very much so.” Sara walked gracefully towards the Gothic Chamber with Julianus, eager to see what events would unfold once the meeting was underway. The foreign Crown Prince was pleasant enough company, even if his champion scared her sisters. A part of her was afraid too, but as the oldest child it was her responsibility to face down fear...at least within reason.
Julianus smiled and for a moment looked directly ahead, seeing his mother flanked by both Hyperion and the acolyte, with her staff also following closely behind. He felt a great warmth in his chest, not only because of the love and admiration he had for his mother but also because he felt an incredible level of excitement in being present, if not also a tiny bit of nervousness. Even so, he would have to not let that overcome him too much, and should do as his step-mother told him: “just focus on enjoying yourself, and taking it all in whilst you’re there. You have no responsibility as an observer.”
“...That’s precisely what I’m worried about,” Sara replied, allowing herself a snigger.
Eventually the two arrived in the Chamber with the rest of those assembled, and even Julianus could not help but audibly gasp at the spectacle that was around them. He had heard that the Skyans had a passion for architecture, but he never thought they could go to such lengths. Taking some time to admire the stained glass windows in particular, he then looked around the room until he saw where the Ghantish entourage was located. Spotting them, he looked at Sara again and smiled, before walking her over. “Thank you for your company, Your Highness, and I hope I get the chance to talk to you again over this weekend.”
Walking Sara directly to her father as he was seated, he bowed gracefully to her first before turning his attention to the Emperor and the rest of his children and entourage, pounding his chest in salute and bowing separately before departing without saying a word, heading straight for his mother. There wasn’t enough time to strike up another conversation now that proceedings were about to begin, and besides, they would be able to figure out who he was from the direction in which he headed.
“You’re welcome,” she replied. “It was a great honor, and I hope I get the chance as well. Until next time.” After a deep curtsey, Sara joined her brothers and sisters in the chamber seats. The Crown Prince and his brothers were distracted, and so Sara was able to return without drawing notice. The Emperor, on the other hand, watched closely the comings and goings of Julianus, for the older man knew of the boy, but had little in the way of an opinion about him. As such he didn’t say anything, rather watching the prince depart. Sara, on the other hand, sat beside her sisters and steeled herself, for the meeting was about to begin in earnest.
Back to the Present...
"...But today, little one, is not that day." The Caesar brought her attention back to Valentina and the rest of the Ghantish delegation. "Emperor Nathan is a capable leader, but this situation is - by his own admission - is one that he does not wish to have any further stake in unless chosen to do so. It is one thing to be capable of wielding power and authority, it is another thing to be prepared and willing to accept it. It is for those reasons that I do not feel it right to endorse him for the role of Executor, for I feel it is much more valuable to have his voice here in this chamber as an impassioned defender of his own beliefs, rather than a neutral arbiter."
Therefore that only left one individual: Praetor Augustus Drake of the Drakonian Imperium. "Of all the nominations, Praetor Augustus Drake is perhaps best suited in this regard. I concur with the Lamhekian sentiments regarding his qualification, and have deduced from my personal interactions with the Praetor at this coming together alone that he is a man of sound mind and reason, which is most crucial for the role of Executor..."
Therefore that only left one individual: Praetor Augustus Drake of the Drakonian Imperium. "Of all the nominations, Praetor Augustus Drake is perhaps best suited in this regard. I concur with the Lamhekian sentiments regarding his qualification, and have deduced from my personal interactions with the Praetor at this coming together alone that he is a man of sound mind and reason, which is most crucial for the role of Executor..."
Even Earlier...
[OOC: Contributions from Drakonian Imperium]
One group of guests who she locked eyes with in particular was the entourage from the Drakonian Imperium. The Praetor Augustus Valens Drake himself was present, alongside his daughter, the Crown Princess Liliana, and the Prime Minister of Mille Mortifere, Caius Paulus Argentius. Silvier had only really encountered the latter, for he had represented the Drakonian Imperium in Krytopia all the way back when Havensky was originally admitted into the Gothic Alliance, but she had been briefed extensively on the members of the Drakonian Imperial Family.
Having shared eye contact for a while, the Drakonians eventually approached, being guided along by their Skyan hosts.
“Nobilissima Caesar,” Augustus greeted, using the latin for ‘Most Noble Caesar’. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“Nobilissimo Praetor,” Silvier responded, passing back the same compliment. “The pleasure is all mine. I’ve heard many a great thing about you from our counterparts, past and present, and I’ve looked forward to this meeting for a while. Your televised address prior to this meeting caught my attention; it was inspiring. I hope that the report about me you were most likely briefed with prior to your arrival spoke as highly of me as mine did of you.”
“The report was quite glowing. It spoke highly of your actions in the region. The picture, I am afraid, did not do justice to your radiance. You are far more stunning than mere film can capture.” Augustus smiled, wryly before looking more serious. He had been known as a bit of a womanizer in his youth, before he had married, and occasionally the old flirtatious charm still shown through. “My own speech came far later than it should have. As the old saying goes, ‘Dragons are far too willing to let the world pass knowing it will still be there when they wake’.”
Silvier was no stranger to compliments from foreign dignitaries - she had received plenty already in her time here alone - but smiled politely in order to show a graceful gratitude. She then turned her attention to the others. “It is also a great pleasure to meet your beautiful daughter, and to be reaquainted with the Prime Minister after what seems to have been an age since we last met in Krytopia.”
“You are most kind,” Liliana responded, blushing.
Caius too smiled, bowing his head slightly. “Far too long, Caesar.”
“I was very pleased to learn about your renewed efforts against piracy in the region. With times getting as they are, lawless individuals are getting too optimistic about their chances. How are the operations going? I can say that my Imperial Navy has successfully dealt with any threats that have occurred in the north as it stands, and we intend to upscale our operations to the whole region in light of recent events.”
Augustus looked to Caius. “Not as well as they could be,” he said. “The Imperial Navy is mostly preparing for the coming conflict. Police actions have been largely limited to local forces in the islands.”
“The geo-maritime situation in Mille Mortifere must make combating pirates a lot more challenging, I have no doubt. We’re living in an age where conventional means of combat are becoming quickly outdated by other means, particularly when it comes to facing partisans. While it will require separate talks to organise such things, I’d be very keen to see my Imperial Navy supporting your own in this endeavour.”
The Caesar then hushed her voice slightly, so as to not attract too much attention from the rest of the room. “And of course, as I’m sure you’re no doubt aware, we want to increase our presence as a clear message of intent towards the Reich.” While that fact was indeed not something that the Imperium Antiquum hid away from, the way in which she went about saying it wasn’t in the normal diplomatic lingo, so did not want to attract too much attention for the break in formalities. Sometimes, it proved more effective to state your intentions bluntly.
The Praetor nodded. “We have the same concerns.”
Caius looked unsurprised. “Policing, indeed, governing in a Mille Mortifere is a challenge.”
To an outside observer, Mille Mortifere might seem nothing more than anarchy. Despite the Territorial Army and Navy, Mille Mortifere lacked most organs of centralized government that other states might recognize. The region was held together by a complex series of interlocking relationships between vast mega-corporations, mercantilists, feudal lordships, and most importantly the Navigator’s Guild. Before Drakonia had taken a more active role in the islands, the Navigator’s Guild was the government. The Navigator’s Guild controlled the shipping charts for the region and in an area as treacherous to sail and profitable to trade as Mille Mortifere, those charts gave the guild the power to govern.
“Absolutely fascinating.” Silvier had followed the conversation with a warm smile and polite nods, being genuine in her interest. A lot of what was said she had probably read before in a briefing, but inevitably some things slip. She then turned her attention exclusively to Liliana. “And what is the opinion of the future of Drakonia?”
“I think it is bright,” she responded after some thought. “Father has grown the Imperium larger than it has ever been. Whatever trials that await us in Gholgoth, we will grow the stronger for them.”
“I’m glad that you’re full of such optimism, even in the face of the growing storm around us. Definitely more than just a pretty face.” Silvier joked softly, but then became more serious. “From what my report on you said, I have every reason to believe you will build upon your father's’ accomplishments, if not surpass them entirely. I look forward to perhaps having the chance to work alongside you one day as a fellow Lord, and should that day ever come know that I am ready and willing to support you. The first few years of leadership can be very trying, especially from a young age, and I know what that’s like. While I have no overriding concerns about your abilities, I will not only be your equal in terms of Lordship, but I am also a fellow woman. Do not be afraid to speak your mind to me.”
“As do I, Ma’am.” Liliana smiled furtively. “As father will attest, I am not afraid of voicing my opinions.” A smirk and a nod from Augustus affirmed this.
One group of guests who she locked eyes with in particular was the entourage from the Drakonian Imperium. The Praetor Augustus Valens Drake himself was present, alongside his daughter, the Crown Princess Liliana, and the Prime Minister of Mille Mortifere, Caius Paulus Argentius. Silvier had only really encountered the latter, for he had represented the Drakonian Imperium in Krytopia all the way back when Havensky was originally admitted into the Gothic Alliance, but she had been briefed extensively on the members of the Drakonian Imperial Family.
Having shared eye contact for a while, the Drakonians eventually approached, being guided along by their Skyan hosts.
“Nobilissima Caesar,” Augustus greeted, using the latin for ‘Most Noble Caesar’. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”
“Nobilissimo Praetor,” Silvier responded, passing back the same compliment. “The pleasure is all mine. I’ve heard many a great thing about you from our counterparts, past and present, and I’ve looked forward to this meeting for a while. Your televised address prior to this meeting caught my attention; it was inspiring. I hope that the report about me you were most likely briefed with prior to your arrival spoke as highly of me as mine did of you.”
“The report was quite glowing. It spoke highly of your actions in the region. The picture, I am afraid, did not do justice to your radiance. You are far more stunning than mere film can capture.” Augustus smiled, wryly before looking more serious. He had been known as a bit of a womanizer in his youth, before he had married, and occasionally the old flirtatious charm still shown through. “My own speech came far later than it should have. As the old saying goes, ‘Dragons are far too willing to let the world pass knowing it will still be there when they wake’.”
Silvier was no stranger to compliments from foreign dignitaries - she had received plenty already in her time here alone - but smiled politely in order to show a graceful gratitude. She then turned her attention to the others. “It is also a great pleasure to meet your beautiful daughter, and to be reaquainted with the Prime Minister after what seems to have been an age since we last met in Krytopia.”
“You are most kind,” Liliana responded, blushing.
Caius too smiled, bowing his head slightly. “Far too long, Caesar.”
“I was very pleased to learn about your renewed efforts against piracy in the region. With times getting as they are, lawless individuals are getting too optimistic about their chances. How are the operations going? I can say that my Imperial Navy has successfully dealt with any threats that have occurred in the north as it stands, and we intend to upscale our operations to the whole region in light of recent events.”
Augustus looked to Caius. “Not as well as they could be,” he said. “The Imperial Navy is mostly preparing for the coming conflict. Police actions have been largely limited to local forces in the islands.”
“The geo-maritime situation in Mille Mortifere must make combating pirates a lot more challenging, I have no doubt. We’re living in an age where conventional means of combat are becoming quickly outdated by other means, particularly when it comes to facing partisans. While it will require separate talks to organise such things, I’d be very keen to see my Imperial Navy supporting your own in this endeavour.”
The Caesar then hushed her voice slightly, so as to not attract too much attention from the rest of the room. “And of course, as I’m sure you’re no doubt aware, we want to increase our presence as a clear message of intent towards the Reich.” While that fact was indeed not something that the Imperium Antiquum hid away from, the way in which she went about saying it wasn’t in the normal diplomatic lingo, so did not want to attract too much attention for the break in formalities. Sometimes, it proved more effective to state your intentions bluntly.
The Praetor nodded. “We have the same concerns.”
Caius looked unsurprised. “Policing, indeed, governing in a Mille Mortifere is a challenge.”
To an outside observer, Mille Mortifere might seem nothing more than anarchy. Despite the Territorial Army and Navy, Mille Mortifere lacked most organs of centralized government that other states might recognize. The region was held together by a complex series of interlocking relationships between vast mega-corporations, mercantilists, feudal lordships, and most importantly the Navigator’s Guild. Before Drakonia had taken a more active role in the islands, the Navigator’s Guild was the government. The Navigator’s Guild controlled the shipping charts for the region and in an area as treacherous to sail and profitable to trade as Mille Mortifere, those charts gave the guild the power to govern.
“Absolutely fascinating.” Silvier had followed the conversation with a warm smile and polite nods, being genuine in her interest. A lot of what was said she had probably read before in a briefing, but inevitably some things slip. She then turned her attention exclusively to Liliana. “And what is the opinion of the future of Drakonia?”
“I think it is bright,” she responded after some thought. “Father has grown the Imperium larger than it has ever been. Whatever trials that await us in Gholgoth, we will grow the stronger for them.”
“I’m glad that you’re full of such optimism, even in the face of the growing storm around us. Definitely more than just a pretty face.” Silvier joked softly, but then became more serious. “From what my report on you said, I have every reason to believe you will build upon your father's’ accomplishments, if not surpass them entirely. I look forward to perhaps having the chance to work alongside you one day as a fellow Lord, and should that day ever come know that I am ready and willing to support you. The first few years of leadership can be very trying, especially from a young age, and I know what that’s like. While I have no overriding concerns about your abilities, I will not only be your equal in terms of Lordship, but I am also a fellow woman. Do not be afraid to speak your mind to me.”
“As do I, Ma’am.” Liliana smiled furtively. “As father will attest, I am not afraid of voicing my opinions.” A smirk and a nod from Augustus affirmed this.
Back to the Present...
"...Furthermore, the Drakonian Imperium is perhaps in the best situation geo-politically to help mediate in the upcoming matter. Lastly, it is striking to note that out of all the nominations, his is the only one that did not come from his own camp. If these talks are to go forward successfully, I think it vital that we're able to put our own interests aside." Caesar Silvier had now made her way back all the way around to her throne, from which Julianus promptly rose. "It is for those reasons, therefore, that I and the Imperium Antiquum back the nomination of Praetor Augustus Drake of the Drakonian Imperium for the position of Executor to arbitrate in this matter. I strongly encourage the rest of you to do the same."
Her grip on the coin still tight, she took one glance again around the room, stopping at the Aldarminian Prince Ryslander, to whom she had an attaché pass a private message which simply read: "I am here with you, young one. Allow me to guide you through these choppy waves, for here there be dragons." - Auntie Catherina
Her grip on the coin still tight, she took one glance again around the room, stopping at the Aldarminian Prince Ryslander, to whom she had an attaché pass a private message which simply read: "I am here with you, young one. Allow me to guide you through these choppy waves, for here there be dragons." - Auntie Catherina
