XVIII
On the extensive and beautiful grounds of the Castle of Laeken in the suburbs of the capital of Beliany, Bleugate, the gates of the garden palace were opening. It marked the beginning of the 18th annual garden party hosted by the King, Leopold of Beliany. King Leopold hosted three garden parties each year, one in Bleugate, one in Brusek and one in Adelaide, in order to honor people, and occasions, as well as to get a cross-section of the diverse population of Beliany.
This garden party was there to recognize and award public service, as well as a place to present debutantes to the Royal Court, and this one had a silently another purpose. Following his challenging of the premiership of former prime minister Marthe Masson, the power of the King of Beliany had grown and the monarchy itself had centered more authority around itself. Whilst some had grown worried of the political involvement of the king, it had the king grown proud and settled securely in his authority.
Secure at home, King Leopold turned his attention towards furthering that strength, looking to dynastic matters. Leopold remained the first king of the young House of Coudenburg and only one of his five sons had married, and Leopold had practically had to drag his eldest, Baudouin to the chapel. Leopold had decided that he had been too stern with Baudouin. So he resolved to be gentler. His sons Christopher and Philippe had reached adult age and now he looked to see them wed in turn.
Prince Christopher of Beliany was the second eldest and thus was who King Leopold took now to focusing his efforts on. 21 years old, the prince was a handsome young man, and had an artistic spirit to him. King Leopold was sure he was only helping in selecting candidates as potential brides. So the King used the garden party as a way to let Christopher meet a future wife, someone who could help continue the Coudenburg line.
Laeken Castle
The guests of the garden party entered the perfectly groomed lawn of the West Garden, the glass domes of the Queen Cécile Botanical Gardens rising around them. The sun was shining brightly as the thousands of guests were dressed to impress. The dress code was morning or lounge suits for the men and day dresses and hats or fascinators for the women. It was old fashion, but it provided an air of majesty that charmed its attendees.
King Leopold, standing tall at 6'3" wore a tailor-made black morning suit with a gray waistcoat and sangria colored tie, watched over the gardens from a balcony of the palace. He wore white gloves and a black top hat with purple silk around it. It hid his balding head and thus hats become popular with the middle-aged king. Leopold scanned over the sight of guests. Various flower pots from across the country had been set in artistic displays amongst white and purple tents under which sat fountains of champagne and hors d'oeuvres.
After all the guests had arrived, the King and his Family would arrive and state official portraits-a favorite amongst the press- and then they would get to mingle into the crowd, and with any luck, Christopher would find himself struck by cupids arrow and they could start down the path towards a royal wedding. In the gardens, the royal band played Daylight Dreams, a soft airy instrumental written by the Prince Consort. A bright welcome to the day.
n the gardens Miss Michiels, the woman who ruled the Royal Courts function as Chief of Protocol, dressed in an olive green sundress and matching fascinator too searched the crowd. She smiled and shook hands with the various guests, including the mayor of Bleugateand former prime minister Etienne de Rhodeste and football player Diane Verdoodt. Michiels paused briefly from speaking in polite greetings to glance up at the balcony, spotting the king. She knew how important this party way. She would make sure it went perfectly.
As the King of Beliany admired the sight from a balcony, and the Chief of Protocol from the gardens themselves, Prince Christopher did the same via drone. The young royal loves drones, and photography all other manners of things in those veins. He had found a quiet place in one of the long gleaming corridors of the palace and used his phone to get a bird's eye view of the party. Outside, zipping above the heads of the guests was a small sleek white and purple drone, built by the prince himself.
The drone captured a live stream, sent directly to Christopher. In brilliant high definition, he caught sight of the ceremonial guards in their purple and black uniforms, as well as the artful botanic sculptures in the gardens, as well as the guests. Christopher directed the drone in lazy circles, searching but not searching, wanting to see but not daring to spot who it was that his father wished for him to one day marry. Christopher landed the drone on the top of the glass dome of his mother's gardens. Christopher crossed his arms and looked to the window, the sound music drifting into the palace, leaving him to ponder the future.