Mokovi Cold War [TWI ONLY | IC | SEMI OPEN]

[Havalland]

“You are hidden and under royal protection, the knights are ordered to protect you as if you were my brother” she said with faith in the knights, however where she lead him was a bit of a drive along the Havallish country side, you could see why they were a proud people with such lush lands you could even see some wild life.
The car would stop at a hill overlooking a port town, the town was small but surrounded by ruins old ruins and at the hill top a stone marker in the shape of a long sword.
“Do you know where we are?” She would ask.

[Mokov]

Ivan z Mokova:"Looks like Novỳ Mokov harbor, where I grew up. I miss my home so badly."

[Havalland]

“This is Elwen, this was the capital at one point... when the French southerners kicked us off the island they destroyed this city”
She said in a somber tone
“This marker indicates where king Erik planted his sword to signify the return of our kingdom... this marker was made to commemorate all those who gave everything for their home...” Elizabeth said knowing how similar it must feel.
“We lost everything once but our king stood firm... he spent every moment planning his return... so do not fret my dear... you will be a king once more.”
*she finished holding Ivan’s hand hoping that it would atleast give him hope*

[Mokov]

Ivan looks at Elizabeth, and pulls a crumpled letter from his coat.

Ivan z Mokova:"I got this letter two days ago. Is from a Mokovi monarchist group, they want me to return to Mokov, not as king, but as Tsar. I want to go, but I know that it would fail. Tell me, could you get Havallish government to support this group, so I get go home?"

[Havalland]

“I can, Leon already has spies on the inside, my brother would love to see that letter.”
she said with Confidence
“We won’t lose, we have significant advantages over them you will be the tsar” she said with pride
“Now I had my servant prepare a little picnic for us, would you join me?”

[Mokov]

Ivan z Mokova:"Of course. What will food be this time?"

For the first time since she's known Ivan, Elizabeth can see a spark of life behind his tired, tired eyes. For the first time, the 20 year old royal looks his age. For the first time, she sees Ivan smile.

[Havalland]

“We are having Venison from the rare black deer it’s supposed to grant luck, or so the fairytales say”
She says referring to an old Celtic legend of havalland.

[Mokov]

Ivan z Mokova:"That should be interesting. Shall we go eat now? I very hungry."

[Havalland]

“Of course”
She said sitting on the blanket her servant laid out before serving the couple their lunch.

[Mokov]

Ivan sits down and really looks at his wife-to-be for the first time. Ivan looks, and he smiles.

(wanna cut to the wedding)

[Havalland]

(yeah sure)

[Mokov]

On the day of the wedding, Ivan z Mokova steps out of his car, flanked by three men. The most prominent of these three is Valery Rodzaevskov, former Grand Marshal of Mokov, and a close friend of Ivan, who followed him into exile. The next man is Patriarch Pyotr VI, head of the Mokovi Orthodox Church, who flew over to officiate the wedding. The third man, Grigol Kardakaldze, is the leader of the Society for the Restoration of the Monarchy, present due to an invitation by Ivan, for unknown reasons.

Ivan himself is dressed in a light grey military uniform, that of the now defunct Mokovi Royal Army, his chest glittering with medals, both foreign and domestic. His beard is cropped close to his face, and his eyes are framed by a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. In his left hand is a black bag, contents unknown. The crowd outside the cathedral is packed with Mokovi émigrés, who followed their Krōl into exile.

[Havalland]

Jacob and Leon were talking with some local journalists their usual thing until Leon noticed Ivan and excused himself bringing over a blond woman in preacher clothes, Leon was also wearing his military uniform same with Jacob the white standards only they had a neck medal with the Royal crest on it, Along with a few other medals.

“Ivan this is Hannah Morgan, shes the head priest here at Saint Lucas And the high priestess of the Frauist church” Leon explains
“I hope the accommodations are acceptable to the patriarch” the priestess said respectfully

[Mokov]

Patriarch Pyotr VI"Of course. I was informed that there would be two priests officiating this wedding, as the Bride and Groom are of different faiths. I look forward to the ceremony, and being able to inspect your cathedral."

Ivan nods at the Patriarch's words, before turning back to Jacob.

Ivan z Mokova:"I deeply apologize, but have we met before. Please understand that my memory is not what it once was, these past few years have taken quite the toll on me."

[Havalland]

“I’m Jacob, I’m the youngest of the royal brothers and I’m Max’s heir” Jacob stated, Leon then chimed in “My brother King Elerha Maximus could not make it, he had some business in Nhoor but he did send gifts” the king stated, he was a bit down understandably, the four siblings seemed pretty close after all.
“Anyway I heard you and Elizabeth got pretty close, that’s good to hear. Listen after today you’re family and this family looks out for eachother no matter what it is you need” Jacob said.

[Mokov]

Ivan z Mokova:"Seeing as I will be changing my first name rather soon, I have been considering altering the name of the House of Mokova, to emphasize the union between our two Houses forevermore. What do you think of this idea?"

[Havalland]

“I think that’s a good idea, what were you thinking of changing it to?” Leon would ask out of curiosity.
“Will you have a new coat of arms if you do change it?”

[Mokov]

Ivan z Mokova:"Mokovskiy-Volk. It translates roughly into English as Mokovsky-Wolf. While my family is Western Mokovi, the Tsarists that I am to lead are primarily Eastern Mokovi, so I decided to use the Eastern Mokovi dialect. The coat of arms will be decided upon once I have retaken my birthright. Tell me, do you know that this wedding is also to serve as my coronation?"

Ivan's english, while still heavily accented, has grown even more fluent, thanks to his tireless practice, although he does occasionally slip back into Mokovī when he doesn't know what word to use to get his thoughts across.

[Havalland]

“Yes I have been informed of what is happening, apologies for my secrecy but it was necessary for the next steps of the plan but we should not speak of that here we can discuss that later” Leon said quietly
“We will be having dinner at Blackforest tonight... we can talk there” *he added, Blackforest Castle was probably the safest place in Havalland, being the home of the king himself.

[Mokov]

Ivan z Mokova:"Of course. The coronation will proceed as planned however, I did not lug this crown here for nothing. My people will see their Tsar crowned here, today. Speaking of, where is my bride-to-be?"

[Havalland]

“She is getting ready don’t worry, it’s bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony you know?” Leon said with a smile.

[Mokov]

Ivan z Mokova:"Ah. We do not have this tradition in Mokov, excuse my ignorance."

[Havalland]

“That’s ok our traditions and beliefs are very old, the Havallish can be very superstitious at times, it’s natural being such a religious nation, a long time ago we had a small cult that believed they were actually vampires, to make things worse a good portion believed Iran’s the following massacre was truly horrific” leon said recalling the story of the Red Lamb cult.

“History lesson aside, before we start how do you feel are you nervous?”

[Mokov]

Ivan z Mokova:"Considering how much vodka I consumed this morning, nervousness is rather impossible."

[Havalland]

“Don’t worry about it I drank a bit on my wedding day too” Leon said with a chuckle.
“Hannah I think we should leave Ivan to his devices, I believe you have a speech to prepare and I have to find my seat, good luck Ivan” Leon finished as he began to walk inside.
“Very well your highness, Patriarch Pyotr It was wonderful meeting you” Hannah said