Utica International Airport, Kyrenaia.
Day 1 of the State Visit of Duchess Valetta of the United Islands States to the Sultanate of Kyrenaia.
Princess Dschamilla bint-Fadi, a woman known as the Flower of Fenchu, a Princess of that Ilkhanate, exhaled deeply. She was a small bit nervous, she had to admit, as she was to welcome the visitor from the far-away United Island States in the Sultanate. Utica International was closed down for that purpose, checked, checked again and then checked yet again by the Handshar, before journalists had been allowed to set themselves up, before it was checked yet again, with security of the Special Police Force being provided.
She herself had only been checked once. After all, she was a Kyrenaian Princess and her dress wasn't exactly leaving much room for concealed weaponry. The blonde woman, her blonde closer to silver then actual blonde, with silver-blue eyes and the sharp face wore a form-hugging, black silken dress (with not too much of a neckline, but enough to hint at things, and a slit at the skirt's side to allow her freedom of movement), which emphasized her built, feminine yet slightly athletic due to her being a practitioner of equestrian sports. Her hair was combed, but not styled and that was for a reason: Wind and weather were unpredictable at Utica International and already, her hair was in a bit of disarray.
Nothing that could not be tamed with a graceful move of her hand, wiping a strand of hair behind her ear.
She stood at the runway, awaiting the plane carrying their guest, standing at the beginning of a red carpet, where she would welcome the guest and then would lead her through taking the salute of the two formations, one each of the Armies of the Five Deserts and the Sultan's Navy, both ten soldiers strong and dressed for ceremony, before she would be transported through Utica to the Azure Hall in an open carriage.
Behind her, the cameras waited and already transmitted the happenings on Utica International into the world, photographers were snapping pictures left and right, civilians were on the observation platforms of the terminal to cheer for the guest and welcome her like it was usually reserved for rock stars – and Dschamilla knew, how they were welcomed, she was a rock fan herself, after all.
Only a few minutes remained, signalled by a pair of fighter jets of the Armies of the Five Deserts passing over the airport at a low altitude, their roaring engines deafening to the observers.
The vanguard was already there and Dschamilla knew, that the plane carrying the Duchess and her delegation was already under escort for a long time now. In a few minutes, they would arrive.
She exhaled again, smiling as the two fighters began a bit of an intricate dance in the air, showing off a small air show over Utica International to entertain the crowds, surely earning a reprimand from their commanding officer later.
Dschamilla, on the other hand, did not have that luxury to be entertained. She was here on a mission of vital importance, chosen to accompany the Duchess during her visit as a guide and a bit of an aid, while a man of the Tabardariyya was their bodyguard. He would join them in the afternoon, but that was to worry about later.
There was even a programme for both the Duchess and her little sister, which would see them apart for a bit (not everything the older of the two found interesting would be of interest to the other one, naturally), under the care of someone other then Dschamilla.
The two jets finished their show as the plane carrying the Duchess arrived, two other fighters at its wings, which broke off well above ground.
“Time to shine.”, Dschamilla mumbled to herself and gave a confident smile.
