Royal Courtships (Closed)

[Menaton]

Nice, Jbeil.

François awaited at the terminal...
The foreign Royals should be arriving soon...
He looked out onto the planes, three distinct ones had landed, and were unloading their passengers...
They're here...

François took out his phone, calling the Princess back in Menaton.

-"Your highness...The Royals are here."
-"Ah...Very well François, take them by helicopter to the heliport in Menaton...I will ready the children..."
-"Of course your highness."

François looked again at the planes. Their passengers were off, it was only a matter of time now...

[St George of England]

Prince Edgar Nottingham, 15 years old, third son of the King of England, and future King of Svivk, laughed as he watched the video clip his friends had sent him. He wished he were with them, on their holiday to Scotland, although he hated the country. Instead he found himself on the Royal Jet, making the short trip from London to Nice, in the Republic of Jbeil.

Edgar could understand why his father had sent him to court the young Prince of the Menaton, away from the current troubles in the Empire. The theocracy was not yet secure, and conflict still reigned between the Church and Monarch, and Edgar did not know who would win.

His father had come to him before he left, giving him an important mission. Edgar was to embarrass the Theocracy in any way possible, short of scorning the agreed betrothal. It was a mission he would enjoy.

[Dewhurst-Narculis]

Offshore Menaton, Imperial Grand Duke Thomium Narculis-Dewhurst, leapt into the cabin cruiser, it was a big boat but his "yacht" that he had used to get here was much larger. He sat down on one of the bucket seats next to his chauffeur, Mr Sama. "Into the Harbour Mister Sama" He said in his glorious velvety voice. "Lets see what this nation has to offer" he quietly said while adjusting his seat. The little white boat sped away from the mammoth figure of the Tulum

Later the boat was being tied up to the dock,Thomium stretched and crossed onto the dock, were Mr Sama was casting a line into the water. "Mister Sama" he called in Ramussen with a wry smile "Good luck with your fishing". Mr Sama looked back with a matching look."Good luck with...well... what ever you plan on doing" he trailed off with a raised bushy eyebrow. Thomium turned away as he began walking to the city. He walked on with a hint of excitement in his stride....

[Menaton]

Nice, Jbeil.

François observed the English Princes enter the airport, a sly smile on his face.
He approached him, smiling as nicely as possible, and put out his hand.

-"Hello, your Highness...I am François Selaoum, personnel aid to the Queen...I have been tasked with transporting your Highness, along with the others to Menaton..."

Menaton.

It was a warm day, a perfect day for some sun-bathing.
That was why Princess Stéphanie, the rebel of the Royal court, was on the beach...Well, that, and the large group of rich foreign students that where visiting the beach...

The Princess groaned, then, still lying on her stomach, asked for one of her friends to come closer.

-"Émilie...Can you please untie my top piece ?"
-"Sure..."

As Émilie approached, she noticed a massive "cruise-ship" approaching the dock.

-"Wow..."
-"What ?"

Stéphanie turned around, and immediately noticed the giant ship...

-"Wow...Who's that ?"
-"I don't know...Want to go check out ?"

Émilie pointed towards the ship, and Stéphanie immediately smiled...Seconds later, they were both riding Émilie's motorcycle, heading as fast as possible towards the ship...

[St George of England]

Prince Edgar looked the man over, unimpressed. "I thank you for the offer of accompaniment, but I do not need it. I shall, however stay, if only to meet my fellow Royals. They shall be family after all." He grinned, a mirror of his father's.

"Refreshments would be greatly appreciated, François Selaoum." He suggested.

[Menaton]

François smiled at the prince...
Truly a Royal...Huh...

-"Of course sir...Once the other Foreign Royals leave their planes, a helicopter will transport us to Menaton...And, what kind of refreshment would you require, your Highness ?"

[Kylarnatia]

Princess Mairead was on her way to Menaton - after her sister, Empress Eadion notified her of a Princess there who would like to find a relationship. She was escourted apon a Kylarnatian Imperial Destroyer. She didn't know if it was a mix of showing off or if it was the only thing they could use for transport.

The Destroyer flew peaceful colours as it pulled up to port; the Princess coming off and onto the port. She studied the skyline - it was a nice sight. She walked over to the end of the port where she saw other royals congressing.

[Menaton]

Stéphanie's motorcycle shrieked to a stop as the girls arrived at the port...
They didn't even get the chance to meet the owner of the massive ship before another one, a destroyer, pulled in...As the ship docked, an attractive woman descended...

-"Oh dear Émilie...It seems meeting the owner of the yacht needs to be postponed...I think that is my fiancée..."

Stéphanie approached the girl, grinning widely...

-"Hi...I am Princess Stéphanie Bourbon...And you are ?"

[Kylarnatia]

Mairead quickly realised she was being approached by her future wife. She quickly grinned and took her hand, kissing to knuckle before releasing it again.
"I'm your future wife - Princess Mairead - though you can call me Mai. You are a very beautiful women I must admit."
She laughed as she looked into her eyes.

[St George of England]

François smiled at the prince...
Truly a Royal...Huh...

-"Of course sir...Once the other Foreign Royals leave their planes, a helicopter will transport us to Menaton...And, what kind of refreshment would you require, your Highness ?"

"An ale, if you have one. If not, chilled water will suffice." Prince Edgar said, not noticing the look on the face of his own aide, Sir John Cosh, who seemed keen to go down a different route in conversation with the Menatons.

"I am most interested in knowing about my future partner. Please, François, tell me about him."

[Menaton]

Stéphanie blushed, an expression she had spent ages mastering...
Hum...She's not bad...

-"Thank you...And you yourself are very beautiful...Well, then Mai...I was thinking of taking you directly to the palace...I am sure my mother would be more than glad to meet you...Although...I would like to meet the owner of that massive yacht before...Perhaps you would like to come along ?"

Stéphanie pointed towards the large boat nearby, and smiled at her betrothed.

Nice, Jbeil.

François smiled.

-"Of course your highness, a moment..."

He left towards the cafeteria, and quickly returned with a bottle of beer..."

In other nations, a fifteen-year old drinking beer, in an airport none-the-less, would have been either illegal or socially unacceptable....But not in Jbeil, where drinking in private is permitted regardless of age, and in public in the presence of a legal guardian...And since the Prince's parents are not in the country, the Prince's aid is his legal guardian...While in Menaton, which lacks a legal drinking age, drinking anywhere is completely usual.

François handed the prince the bottle.

-"I am sorry, we do not have ale. Although, we do have this beer...Anyway, as for Prince Adrien...Well...He is a shy child...Very...Intelligent and studious...He doesn't usually befriend people quickly...And...Honestly, he is quite the cute child...And very...In need of protection...At first, I thought it was odd, but obviously his strange behavior is clear to everyone now."

François smiled at the Prince, hopefully, he wouldn't be annoyed or turned-off by the Prince's shy personality, as it appears that the English Prince was quite bold...

[Kylarnatia]

Princess Mairead noticed her blush and took her hand to hold once more as she nodded and almost lead the way with her future wife.
"Let us do so. I hope you don't mind that I appeared on a warship - I don't know if the Imperial Navy insisted to flash off or what..."
She laughed.

[St George of England]

Prince Edgar nodded, accepting the bottle. He opened it, the cool nectar flowing down his parched throat.

"A shrinking violet?" He remarked, thinking. "Interesting."

[Menaton]

Menaton.

Stéphanie laughed as she was taken by Mai towards the ship, grabbing Émilie with her.
They arrived before the large boat, and Stéphanie approached one of the "guards" at the entrance.

-"Excuse me ? Who's vessel is this ? In case the owner would like to know who is asking, tell them I am Princess Stéphanie Bourbon of Menaton."

Nice, Jbeil.

François smiled awkwardly at the Prince...
Hopefully, he isn't turned off.

-"Yes, a shrinking violet indeed...Anyway, a helicopter should escort us to Menaton, if only the Siberian Prince would arrive..."

[Kylarnatia]

Mairead stood quietly with Stéphanie as she asked about the yotch that had arrived. She studied what she could see of it - it was definatly a glorious boat.

[The Western Russians]

Nice
Jbeil
Jbeili Airport

The Siberian jet touched down, it's tires screeching as they landed on the tarmac at very high speeds. The plane came to a slow halt as it made its way down the runway - the wind resistance helping it along further. Within about thirty seconds, the plane had halted altogether, and the doors had opened. The Siberian royal family made their way off the plane, and awaited greeting...

[OoC]Really sorry, this is a short and terrible post - but I've neglected the RP and forgotten to post, now you're all waiting on me. So I've just put this to help the RP advance along, and I'll edit it to something more fancy later.[/OoC]

[Menaton]

François noticed the Siberian Royals descending and quickly excused himself from the English Prince.

He rushed to the Family, and arrived, somewhat out of breath.

-"Excuse me, your Highness...I am François Selaoum, aid to the Queen of Menaton...I hope your ride was enjoyable..."

A helicopter flew overhead, landing close to the airport.

-"Ah...Just on time."

François exclaimed.
He turned toward the English Prince.

-"Your highness our ride is here..."

He turned back to the Siberians...

-"Excuse me, but can we talk in the helicopter, I am sure the Queen is anxious to meet you..."

He climbed into the helicopter, then urged the Royals to follow him.

[The Western Russians]

Sure enough, the royals followed him. Smiling at the man, greeting him kindly as they always did. "Please to meet you François! I will begin with the formalities once we are in the helicopter, though, if you do not mind!" Tsar Dmitri, shouting over the roar of the chopper blades - struggling - no doubt - to be heard.

[Menaton]

François smiled at the Siberian Royals, then at the approaching English Prince.
The helicopter soon took off, taking the short journey to the Menaton Heliport.

Inside, François looked at the Royals, smiling broadly.

-"I hope all of you will enjoy your stay in Menaton...If you would like, there is a magnificent view of the country right now, right outside the window...The sun is even setting, just to make the scene even better..."

[The Western Russians]

The Siberians looked from the window of the chopper, the sunset making the scene all the better; beautiful and awe inspiring don't come close to it. The magnificent beauty of Jbeil and Menaton was truly a sight to behold. "Sorry, how rude of us. I am Tsar Dmitri Sashavich Jacksov. Call my Dmitri, or whatever you would like! I am welcome to anything. This is my beautiful wife, Alina. Her real name is Varinka, but she likes Alina." Alina smiled and waved at the people inside the chopper.

He looked down at the little boy next to him. "And this is my little heir, Matvey! I didn't bring my entire family, I'm not sure they'd all fit into this one helicopter. There are, about... 7 of them I believe? Children, anyway. Matvey is the oldest, too, so the others are just little babies." Matvey smiled and waved at the people, too, mimicking his mother. Dmitri rubbed his hair.

[Menaton]

François laughed when the Tsar asked how large his family is...
Truly Royal...

-"Well, I am François Selaoum...Aid to Queen Marie Bourbon of Menaton..."

He looked out the window, then exclaimed.

-"Ah...There we are."

The helicopter began to slowly descend onto a helipad, located just behind the Princely Palace.

When the helicopter finally landed, its occupants exited, to be greeted by a beautifully dressed middle aged woman.

The woman smiled, then bowed to the foreign Royals.

-"Hello...I am Queen Marie Bourbon...It is very nice to meet all of you."

[The Western Russians]

The Siberians stepped from the chopper, smiling at the Queen. "Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you, your highness! I am Tsar Dmitri," Dmitri grabbed her hand and kissed it; "this is my wife, Alina." Alina curtsied. "And this is my little boy, my heir, Matvey." Matvey followed in the footsteps of his father, kissing the Queen's hand, before smiling. "And this is Yuri." Yuri also did the same.

[OoC]Sorry for such rubbish posts - I'm really quite tired. And also, Yuri is the one who will court your princess - I just forgot about him! [/OoC]

[Menaton]

The queen smiled at the Royals, then pointed toward the palace.

-"You all must be extremely tired...If any of you would like to go to your rooms, just follow the servants...Caroline isn't here anyway. She is participating at a fundraiser in our "sister-city" Menton, in Jbeil."

The Queen then moved quickly, telling the servants to go help the Royals get ready, as she returned to her study...
It's always hard to be Queen...

[The Western Russians]

"Thank you very much." Dmitri, ever the speaker of the group, led the way when following the servants; carrying the suitcases himself - along with the struggling Matvey and Yuri. He looked around as he followed them, the beautiful and lavish halls were magnificent; the family bathed in their architectural splendour. They reached their rooms, large and beautiful, and crashed out upon entry. Collapsing in heaps and sleeping wherever they fell.

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[Dewhurst-Narculis]

Mr Sama was lazily watching the water by the dock, the Tulum had pulled alongside the dock and had moored some time ago. His gaze was interrupted by a female voice."Excuse me ? Who's vessel is this ? In case the owner would like to know who is asking, tell them I am Princess Stéphanie Bourbon of Menaton." Sama originally thought she could be a journalist going to write a piece on the Grand Duke or try and ask him a few questions when he returned to the boat. but when she mentioned that magic word "Princess" he turned around to face the speaker. He saw there were two women,possibly 18 before him, one a little more confident looking than the other. He casually pressed a button on his belt,sending an alert to Thomium. he bowed lightly "Your Majesty, an honor to meet you, this is the Imperial Grand Duke of Dewhurst-Narculis's yacht, the Tulum"

Only 1km away, Thomium's phone lightly buzzed,he pulled it out while maintaining a casual gaze at the sea. He adverted his eyes to the screen. He sighed then turned back to walk to the dock