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New Year's Reception in Brasland

Postby Brasland » Fri Jan 10, 2020 7:57 pm

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The ancient gates of the Residenzschloss Friedrichsburg – as this was the Royal Palace’s official name – were opened for the traditional New Year’s Reception for the Diplomatic Corps. This time, however, the invitation was extended to high-ranking representatives from the region’s governments. The court of Brasland had informally let it known to its counterparts abroad that the King would welcome the chance to meet suitable women of royal rank.

For over two hundred years, the Residenz, as Markunders called the palace, had been the center of power in Brasland. It was built in the second half of the XVIIIth century, in the reign of Friedrich III, who wanted to keep the aristocracy in check and in just one place. Old Fritz, as the king was known among the people, was admired and distrusted at the same time. Admired for his brilliance as a ruler, while distrusted for his lack of religious faith and liberal policies. He understood that to keep his throne he needed to have a tight control over his realm, and especially over those who owned the land. Louis, the Sun King of France, was his model, and so the Residenz was inspired in the great Versailles. The nobility, looking down upon the then upstart Balkronn dynasty, was still not completely loyal to the crown. Thus, they saw Friedrich’s project as a frivolity and an offensive expense and used it as an argument to weaken the monarch. However, they were outsmarted, as in a few years the Residenz became the center of national intrigues and those dukes and counts who earlier dismissed the royal figure with disdain were now eager for titles, positions and honours, as well as for the games, theater and shootings that took place within the palace and its surrounding estate, and the attractive women (married and single) that frequented its salons. The House of Balkronn secured its position in part due to the unnecessarily giant building, a bubble of luxury in the middle of a cold, stern city. It was in those halls that many kings were born, as well as princesses that married into the sovereign houses of Excalbia, Pantocratoria, Kartlis, Providencia and Ernestria.

January was, of course, a snowy month in Brasland, so the reception always took place inside, in one of the largest rooms of the palace, the Hall of Mirrors. Its name and proportions were the same as of the original one in Versailles, but this was still Catholic, spartan Brasland, which meant less gold and crystal chandeliers and more images of crusaders and saints in the hall’s ceilings. The reception was a standing affair, as it allowed people to mingle freely, and avoided people from countries in conflict with each other to sit together. Guests would be dropped at the palace’s main entrance and escorted by chamberlains or ladies-in-waiting to the Hall of Mirrors. There, they would be introduced to specific cabinet members or to some other nation’s ambassador. When all the guests had arrived, the Royal Family would appear and the Königshymne, Brasland’s national anthem, would be played as they all stood in silence. Then, the King would make a short speech and later proceed to greet the guests.
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Postby Excalbia » Sat Jan 11, 2020 11:04 am

It was a sign of the value that the Holy Empire placed on its relationship with the Braslander Royal House that its delegation to the King’ New Years Reception was headed by the Crown Prince himself. Crown Prince Joseph, who was dressed in traditional white tie with a blue and gold waistcoat, was joined by his wife, Princess Anna, and 14-year old daughter, Princess Elizabeth. Both princesses wore deep blue evening gowns with a modest sampling of the Imperial jewels.

The Crown Prince and Princess Anna led the way into the ballroom trailed by Princess Elizabeth and their cousins, Lord Tariq of Mezciems and Lady Jennifer of Latgale. As the delegation split up and began to mingle, young Princess Elizabeth found herself briefly standing awkwardly alone, uncertain of what to do. With a slight smile, Jennifer turned back to her younger cousin. She touched the princess lightly on the shoulder. “Elizabeth,” she said softly, “would you like to stick with me for a bit? Just until you get comfortable… I remember who… alien these things seemed to me when I was your age.”

A flush of red passed across Elizabeth’s cheeks. She was a little… miffed at once again being treated as a child. Yet, she knew Jennifer was right. She nodded and gave a small smile. “Thank you. I’d like that.” Together, the two young women drifted into the crowd.

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Postby Brasland » Sat Jan 11, 2020 12:30 pm

Excalbia wrote:It was a sign of the value that the Holy Empire placed on its relationship with the Braslander Royal House that its delegation to the King’ New Years Reception was headed by the Crown Prince himself. Crown Prince Joseph, who was dressed in traditional white tie with a blue and gold waistcoat, was joined by his wife, Princess Anna, and 14-year old daughter, Princess Elizabeth. Both princesses wore deep blue evening gowns with a modest sampling of the Imperial jewels.

The Crown Prince and Princess Anna led the way into the ballroom trailed by Princess Elizabeth and their cousins, Lord Tariq of Mezciems and Lady Jennifer of Latgale. As the delegation split up and began to mingle, young Princess Elizabeth found herself briefly standing awkwardly alone, uncertain of what to do. With a slight smile, Jennifer turned back to her younger cousin. She touched the princess lightly on the shoulder. “Elizabeth,” she said softly, “would you like to stick with me for a bit? Just until you get comfortable… I remember who… alien these things seemed to me when I was your age.”

A flush of red passed across Elizabeth’s cheeks. She was a little… miffed at once again being treated as a child. Yet, she knew Jennifer was right. She nodded and gave a small smile. “Thank you. I’d like that.” Together, the two young women drifted into the crowd.


As the Excalbian delegation split, the chamberlain who had escorted them to the Hall of Mirrors proceeded to guide the Crown Prince and Crown Princess towards a tall, lean man, who watched the gardens from a corner. His expression was severe, and this was accentuated by his light blue eyes. He seemed completely absorbed by the view and only noticed their presence when the chamberlain spoke.

“Your Excellency”, said the courtier.

The man turned to him as if he had woken up from a dream.

“Yes?”, he said, and then looked at the couple in front of him. “Oh.”

The chamberlain turned to the Excalbians.

“Your Imperial Highnesses, may I present the Chancellor of the Realm, Mr Marc de Soyes.”

The Chancellor bowed and shook hands with the Crown Prince, and then kissed the air above the Crown Princess’ hand.

“Your Highnesses”, he said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I hope the Emperor is well.”

*


Knowing that the Excalbian delegation would be large and that the ages of its members would be varied, the court gave the task of entertaining the two girls to Prince Josef, one of the King’s second cousins. He was the brother of Peter, who was perhaps the most well-known of the junior royals. At seventeen, he was tall, blond and had a serious countenance. This was his first event, so he was probably as uncomfortable as Princess Elizabeth.

“My ladies”, he mumbled, nervous. “You seem somewhat lost. Let me introduce myself, I am Josef of Brasland, the King’s cousin. Welcome to Markund.”

He knew their names, but it would be creepy to tell them that the court had given him a dossier with their pictures and some personal details, so he could approach them and prepare topics of conversation to keep them entertained.

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Postby Cyretopolitania » Mon Jan 13, 2020 12:11 pm

The Cyretian delegation, while not as large as that of their Excalbian cousins, was nonetheless of equal rank. Of course, the Cyretian Crown Prince was married to a Braslander and they had brought their young daughter with them, making it something of a family visit. As Crown Prince John and Crown Princess Consort Irene made their way into the palace, having left young Princess Victoria with the nanny, the final member of the delegation, Princess Ilizibith, looked around expectantly. She and Peter had already made plans to meet at the event and it was, if she were completely honest, the only reason she had asked to come.

“You don’t have much of a poker face, Ilizibith,” John whispered with a slight chuckle.

The young woman gave her brother a sharp look, which only made him smile even more broadly. “I’m sure your pugilist is around here somewhere,” John said in another whisper.

Her face paled and her eyes widened. “How…?”

“Michael didn’t tell me. He’s kept his word.” The Crown Prince winked. “But what kind of Cyretian king-in-waiting would I be if I didn’t have my own sources of... intelligence?”

“Don’t tell, Father…”

John smiled. “I never do.”

“You better not,” Ilizibith said with all the sternness she could muster.

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Postby Excalbia » Mon Jan 13, 2020 6:52 pm

Crown Prince Joseph gave a slight nod, then shook the Chancellor’s hand. “Your Excellency,” he said in a pleasant tone, “it is very nice to meet you. And the Emperor is well. He regrets that he could not come himself, but hopes that we will be sufficient stand-ins.”

Joseph smiled and folded his arms behind his back. “I trust that all is well in Brasland, Excellency. You live in a rather… interesting part of the region.”

* * *

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Jennifer said with a smile. The young Braslander was not the only one who had briefed on attendees. The Imperial Household Agency was notoriously efficient about such things - or obsessive depending on who you asked. The 20-something woman offered the young prince her hand.

“I am Jennifer, Lady of Latgale. From Excalbia.” She turned to her young teen cousin. “And this is my cousin, Elizabeth. Princess Elizabeth, daughter of the Crown Prince.”

Elizabeth nodded and offered her hand, blushing slightly. “Thank you, Your Highness,” she said following Jennifer’s lead. “It is nice to be in Markund.”

“It is,” Jennifer added. “It’s also our first time in Brasland. We’re hoping to see a bit of the country while we’re here.”

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Postby Brasland » Mon Jan 13, 2020 8:56 pm

Excalbia wrote:Crown Prince Joseph gave a slight nod, then shook the Chancellor’s hand. “Your Excellency,” he said in a pleasant tone, “it is very nice to meet you. And the Emperor is well. He regrets that he could not come himself, but hopes that we will be sufficient stand-ins.”

Joseph smiled and folded his arms behind his back. “I trust that all is well in Brasland, Excellency. You live in a rather… interesting part of the region.”

* * *

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Jennifer said with a smile. The young Braslander was not the only one who had briefed on attendees. The Imperial Household Agency was notoriously efficient about such things - or obsessive depending on who you asked. The 20-something woman offered the young prince her hand.

“I am Jennifer, Lady of Latgale. From Excalbia.” She turned to her young teen cousin. “And this is my cousin, Elizabeth. Princess Elizabeth, daughter of the Crown Prince.”

Elizabeth nodded and offered her hand, blushing slightly. “Thank you, Your Highness,” she said following Jennifer’s lead. “It is nice to be in Markund.”

“It is,” Jennifer added. “It’s also our first time in Brasland. We’re hoping to see a bit of the country while we’re here.”


“All is well, Sir”, the Chancellor said, and then added. “For now. We don’t forget that we stand on a minefield. Daytans, Anahuacans and Snefaldians have the strongest armed forces in the region. We ourselves have improved tremendously compared to 2012, but we’re just one against a gang of… if I may say, questionable regimes.”

He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

“What does this mean? That we need to preserve the status quo and forge solid relations with Anahuac and Snefaldia, because Daytanistan is not an option. War wounds are still open and our people would not accept a rapprochement. The old margraviates now belong to others, as well. The Ostmark belongs to Daytanistan and the Sabaris, while the Nordmark has become a Snefaldian puppet. We offered the latter protection, but the foolish Margrave refused, and under whose umbrella he fell? Sargedain!”

***

“Your Highness”, he said, while kissing Elizabeth’s hand.

Then, he greeted Lady Jennifer with equal gallantry. He was a little clumsy, since it was the first time he had to interact with such important dignitaries and he felt intimidated acting as the host. As Jennifer mentioned their interest in touring the country, Josef felt more relaxed, as he knew what to say about that.

“Most of Brasland is covered in snow right now”, he smiled. “But the Alps are a must, especially if you like skiing. I could also show you the countryside around Markund. When we’re not in the city, we go to Augustenberg, my father’s schloss an hour from here. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to welcome you.”
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Postby Brasland » Wed Jan 22, 2020 10:42 am

Cyretopolitania wrote:The Cyretian delegation, while not as large as that of their Excalbian cousins, was nonetheless of equal rank. Of course, the Cyretian Crown Prince was married to a Braslander and they had brought their young daughter with them, making it something of a family visit. As Crown Prince John and Crown Princess Consort Irene made their way into the palace, having left young Princess Victoria with the nanny, the final member of the delegation, Princess Ilizibith, looked around expectantly. She and Peter had already made plans to meet at the event and it was, if she were completely honest, the only reason she had asked to come.

“You don’t have much of a poker face, Ilizibith,” John whispered with a slight chuckle.

The young woman gave her brother a sharp look, which only made him smile even more broadly. “I’m sure your pugilist is around here somewhere,” John said in another whisper.

Her face paled and her eyes widened. “How…?”

“Michael didn’t tell me. He’s kept his word.” The Crown Prince winked. “But what kind of Cyretian king-in-waiting would I be if I didn’t have my own sources of... intelligence?”

“Don’t tell, Father…”

John smiled. “I never do.”

“You better not,” Ilizibith said with all the sternness she could muster.


As the Cyretians walked through the gallery, courtiers and other officers bowed at them. Irene acknowledged their greetings with a warm smile, while keeping the royal distance that she had been taught since childhood. She scanned the room looking for familiar faces. To her surprise, a beloved figure was sitting on a chair, next to one of the arcaded windows. Although her porcelain skin was barely touched by wrinkles, she was old. She wore an elegant light blue gown with a white shawl covering her shoulders. The few jewels that adorned her were, however, impressive. A fringe tiara, as well as a set of matching diamond earrings and necklace. To complete the effect, her white hair was coiffed in a regal, yet understated way.

“Aunt Auguste!”, exclaimed Irene.

The old lady, who was talking to an equally old man in uniform, turned her head with surprise. As she recognized Irene, she received her embrace and kisses with delight.

“My dear”, she said, remaining in her seat. “What a wonderful surprise.”

After the two (and John) greeted each other, Irene gave a glance to her sister-in-law.

“Ilizibith”, she said. “This is Princess Auguste, Peter’s grandmother.”

Auguste looked at the young woman, holding her hands with her own.

“I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time, my dear”, she said, giving her a placid smile. “You seem to have made quite an impression on my grandson.”

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Postby Mayagua » Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:01 pm

Royal Palace, Markund

Don Fernando de Sajonia-Coburgo y Gotha arrived at the palace with the lack of fanfare that he was used to. Recently appointed as Mayagua’s ambassador in Markund, events like this helped not only to put his country on the map, but himself. As the King’s nephew, he would usually lead a quiet existence in a crumbling estate in the Mayaguan jungle, but since the King’s children were unmarried and in their forties, everyone back home believed that someday he would succeed to the throne of La Libertad. Thus, he had to prepare for the role. Although he disliked his new very public life, his sense of duty prevented him from complaining. He was a Coburgo, after all.

The chamberlain, patrician-looking man in his early fifties, guided him to the great gallery, the Hall of Mirrors. Impressed by the palace’s proportions (so different from the more rustic, colonial royal residences in Mayagua), he felt misplaced, even though he himself had Braslander blood in his veins. As the chamberlain told him about the history of the palace, he looked around. It looked as if all of Western Atlantic’s notables were there, in one room.

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Postby Varlungia » Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:34 pm

Residence of the Varlungian Ambassador, Markund

The residence of the Varlungian ambassador was an old palace, located in one of Markund’s aristocratic neighborhoods. It had been acquired more than a century ago, from an impoverished noble family in desperate need of schilders. As the place where Her Imperial Majesty’s ambassadors lived, it was only natural for the heir to the throne and his wife, the Prince and Princess of Nordenlysk, to stay there during their visit to Brasland.

“Are you ready, honey?”, asked Prince Adam.

He was a tall, dark-haired man with blue eyes and a permanently amused expression. He was dressed in white tie, with some decorations hanging from his left chest.

“Yes, darling”, said Princess Marie.

The Princess came out of her dressing room, wearing a dark green gown that matched her orange hair. She complemented this with a diamond tiara, as well as some massive emerald earrings and an equally massive emerald necklace. The Varlungian Imperial House was not precisely short on jewels.

“Shall we?”, asked the prince.

He offered his arm to his wife, who gently took it. A caravan of Lindberghs (the Varlungian response to the Rolls-Royce) awaited them.

“Markund is beautiful”, said the Princess of Nordenlysk, as they were driven to the reception. “It must be a nice place to live.”

“Indeed”, replied her husband. “What a pity that no Varlungian princess is old enough for King Georg.”

“But, darling, we Varlungians don’t make equal marriages”, protested the princess. She was a commoner.

Adam put his hand above his wife’s.

“I wouldn’t change my darling wife for anyone else in the world”, he explained, smiling at her. “And I didn’t mean us, but our daughters. Braslanders do like personal ties; they would value a dynastic alliance with us.”

“Maybe…”, replied the princess, unconvinced.

As the caravan passed the palace’s gates, the couple stopped talking and just glanced at each other with a complicity that only they shared. They came out of the car, expecting chamberlains to receive them, as was customary in Varlungia as well.

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Postby Excalbia » Tue Jan 28, 2020 11:37 am

Brasland wrote:“All is well, Sir”, the Chancellor said, and then added. “For now. We don’t forget that we stand on a minefield. Daytans, Anahuacans and Snefaldians have the strongest armed forces in the region. We ourselves have improved tremendously compared to 2012, but we’re just one against a gang of… if I may say, questionable regimes.”

He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

“What does this mean? That we need to preserve the status quo and forge solid relations with Anahuac and Snefaldia, because Daytanistan is not an option. War wounds are still open and our people would not accept a rapprochement. The old margraviates now belong to others, as well. The Ostmark belongs to Daytanistan and the Sabaris, while the Nordmark has become a Snefaldian puppet. We offered the latter protection, but the foolish Margrave refused, and under whose umbrella he fell? Sargedain!”

***

“Your Highness”, he said, while kissing Elizabeth’s hand.

Then, he greeted Lady Jennifer with equal gallantry. He was a little clumsy, since it was the first time he had to interact with such important dignitaries and he felt intimidated acting as the host. As Jennifer mentioned their interest in touring the country, Josef felt more relaxed, as he knew what to say about that.

“Most of Brasland is covered in snow right now”, he smiled. “But the Alps are a must, especially if you like skiing. I could also show you the countryside around Markund. When we’re not in the city, we go to Augustenberg, my father’s schloss an hour from here. I’m sure he’ll be delighted to welcome you.”


“I quite agree, Your Excellency,” the Crown Prince said between sips of champagne. “We are acutely aware that Brasland is in a… rather dangerous neighborhood, shall we say. My father, the Emperor, still regrets that our efforts to… restore the Ostmark from the tyranny of the patricidal Usurper failed.” He looked down briefly and his eyes momentarily darkened as he recalled how the Holy Empire nearly went to war with Knootoss over the accursed Dietrich.

With a deep breath, Joseph consciously lightened his expression and continued. “We, too, have concluded that there is value in courting the Anahuacans. My father, in particular, believes he has forged something of a relationship of mutual respect with General Secretary Hoogaboom.” He flashed a brief smile. “And, as you may have heard, my younger brother is… romantically involved with the General Secretary’s granddaughter.”

Joseph’s smile faded to a more neutral expression. “Snefaldia, however, is an… issue. They stand on the verge of civil war.” He lowered his voice. “For this reason, and due to the continued threat of Daytanistan, we are hoping to boost military cooperation with your nation. And Anahuac.”

***
“That would be delightful,” Jennifer said. “We’re always game to try new slopes and get in a little skiing.” She looked at her younger cousin, then back at Josef. “Provided that Elizabeth’s parents agree.”

Elizabeth smiled. “I’m sure Father will agree,” she said excitedly. “I don’t need to be at school for another week. And skiing the Brasland Alps would be fun!”

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Postby Cyretopolitania » Wed Jan 29, 2020 10:02 am

Brasland wrote:As the Cyretians walked through the gallery, courtiers and other officers bowed at them. Irene acknowledged their greetings with a warm smile, while keeping the royal distance that she had been taught since childhood. She scanned the room looking for familiar faces. To her surprise, a beloved figure was sitting on a chair, next to one of the arcaded windows. Although her porcelain skin was barely touched by wrinkles, she was old. She wore an elegant light blue gown with a white shawl covering her shoulders. The few jewels that adorned her were, however, impressive. A fringe tiara, as well as a set of matching diamond earrings and necklace. To complete the effect, her white hair was coiffed in a regal, yet understated way.

“Aunt Auguste!”, exclaimed Irene.

The old lady, who was talking to an equally old man in uniform, turned her head with surprise. As she recognized Irene, she received her embrace and kisses with delight.

“My dear”, she said, remaining in her seat. “What a wonderful surprise.”

After the two (and John) greeted each other, Irene gave a glance to her sister-in-law.

“Ilizibith”, she said. “This is Princess Auguste, Peter’s grandmother.”

Auguste looked at the young woman, holding her hands with her own.

“I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time, my dear”, she said, giving her a placid smile. “You seem to have made quite an impression on my grandson.”


“Your Highness,” Ilizibith said, greeting the older woman. She blushed quite profusely despite her olive skin at the mention of Peter and the impression she had made on him.

“Yes,” she began with a slight stammer, “well, I, that is, he made quite an impression himself.” She gave a quick glance at her brother and added, “He’s quite dashing. And quite… quite… well, makes quite an impression.”


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