by Brasland » Fri Jan 10, 2020 7:57 pm
by Excalbia » Sat Jan 11, 2020 11:04 am
by 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.
by Cyretopolitania » Mon Jan 13, 2020 12:11 pm
by Excalbia » Mon Jan 13, 2020 6:52 pm
by 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.”
by 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.
by Mayagua » Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:01 pm
by Varlungia » Wed Jan 22, 2020 1:34 pm
by 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.”
by 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.”
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