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Tying knots and knotting bonds (IC, OPEN)

Postby Kyrenaia » Sun Oct 01, 2023 5:27 am

Farid Eamuwd.
Studio of KBC in Malakiard.

“...and so she did, what every self-respecting noble woman in Kyrenaia in need of horsemen would do.”, the other journalist explained. His name was Khalid Qafaza, a sports journalist usually sent by KBC to the Free Lands to cover anything sportive going on there. “She contacted the Marcach Guild of Redruth.”
Our studio was the one for the international broadcast, thus we were speaking English and were streamed all over the world, for any TV-Station to be picked up. Of course, other TV-Stations could also establish their own studios, and some did, but KBC had all the control, the camera positions, directions, everything. We were only here as a courtesy to all stations, who wanted, but couldn't.
Our colleagues for the Kyrenaian broadcast were next doors, basically doing the same thing as we did.
“And the Guild responded with... how many horsemen again?”, I replied to Qafaza.
“Last number I received, about two thousand men and about three thousand horses embarked in Silverport and disembarked...”
Three thousand horses?!”, the Expert on Kyrenaian Royalty, Fara bint-Amina (it helped to be an expert on something you were yourself, if only as Khana of some speck of land in the middle of nowhere), repeated with wide eyes. Qafaza confirmed with a nod. “How in the Endless Sands did they get them all here?”
“Apparently, both Eala Cruise Lines and Bauta Ocean Lines decided to gift transport costs to Princess Aurelia, their wedding gifts.”, Qafaza explained with a smile, “They disembarked in Avaris up in Megido and then were transported southwards via trains.”
“But how do they need a thousand more horses then riders?”, I asked with a small smile.
“Well, some of them are for the teachers and veterinarians coming along. A lot of the horsemen are still students, mostly high schoolers, but still, it is important to attend school.”, the sports journalist reported, “And veterinarians is self-explanatory.”
“Don't we have our own?”, I asked.
“Of course we do.”, Qafaza said with a firm nod, “But not that many willing to drop everything on a moment's notice to attend a wedding as part of the horseman escort's medical staff.”
“Before we continue, a big and great welcome to Ridderli-2, Brucallan National TV and Pittenmark Radio und Television, you are watching the live broadcast of the Wedding of Princess Aurelia bint-Damir and her long time boyfriend Atif...”, I trailed off, “...well, that's the thing, he will have his name changed, won't he?”
“Yes, into Atif ibn-Walid. He will be a Prince of the Ilkhanate of Utica.”, Fara explained with a smile, “And technically, he already is. He did the corresponding oaths and signatures last night.”
“There were a few cameras present, maybe we can... there we go!”
The image changed from the comfortable studio to a nightly ceremony under open sky, twenty of the heavily armoured men and women of the Tabardariyya with their heavy axes standing at the ready, a line of pearls, as it was called, people with torches, standing in front of them. The spectators were opposite to them and one end of the formation, the Sultana sat under a canopy, standing next to her, Princess Aurelia.
In front of her, the groom to be, dressed in a horseman's armour himself, knelt.
He spoke sacred oaths of loyalty and of fellowship to his Sultana, in Kyrenaian.
“He became a... well, the closest term in English would be 'liege man', to the Sultana. And Prince.”, Fara explained.
“So, with that done, what else will happen today?”
“Better question, what has already happened?”, the Khana asked, “And technically, something very important, because technically, Princess Aurelia and Prince Atif are already married.”
“Oh?”, I asked.
“Yes.”, Fara leaned back, “As we all know, Princess Aurelia is a Half-Selkie. They had the Selkie Ceremony at dawn, as it is usual, in a small circle. We even have some photographs, so if possible – there we go! Thank you, Mister Director!”
And indeed, the screen showed a small Sacred Grove, by the river, an altar surrounded by trees – at the altar, Princess Aurelia and the freshly-minted Prince Atif stood, a Selkie-Priestess in front of them. The few photographs, a bit amateurishly made, showed how the Priestess, Mona Beag, tied a red string around the wrists of the two, connecting them.
A few people stood as witness, and, on a chair closeby, a lone, slightly dented horseman's helmet sat.
“The wedding was officiated by Mona Beag of the Tribe of Louth, the Envoy of Lodan Lir and thus a spiritual leader of the Selkie.”, Fara explained as the slideshow went through. “It was a small ceremony, as typical for Selkie-Weddings, but a heartfelt one – not that this one won't be any less heartfelt.”
“And thank you to Prince Damir, the bride's father, who provided us with these images.”, I added with a smile, “A bit more skill and he'll be court photographer in no time. And speaking of the court, oh, wait, stop...” I held my hand to my ear. “We just got word, that the horseman escorts are getting ready and we are now switching.”
The image on the screen shifted again from the studio to what had been termed the Royal Tent City. VIP Guests of all nations were housed in luxury tents (basically small, prefabricated luxury apartments with cloth cover) in an enclosed campus, surrounded by a fence – the center of the entire landscape was dominated by a large square with a fountain, where the horsemen were to assemble.
Similar, though not as luxurious, tent cities had been established for the thousands upon thousands of Non-VIPs, as well as the huge number of additional security and staff. Crowds were lining the streets, waiting, yearning to see the guests, and of course the bride and the groom.
Both Atif and Aurelia, as well as the Sultana, had spent the last three nights in the Royal Tent City, meeting the guests, who were of course free to mingle.
The image showed the road leading from the Royal Tent City down to what was known as Camp Liam, the field fortification and camp of the Marcach, wholly in the style they all learned with the Younger Militia.
And now, that road was filled with armoured and mounted men, riding down into the Royal Tent City, two thousand Selkie, hundreds of men from other nations as well. Armours polished, the ceremonial garb on, helmets, plumes, everything to a shine. In he lead was an older man, a massive moustache giving him an air of authority, very much like the two people riding by his side.
That was Crixus Oliunoir of the Tribe of Tralee, usually referred to as General Oliunoir. He, a trained military historian, Guild Master of the Marcach Guild of Redruth and a whole host of other things, hosted his own TV-show, General Oliunoir's Battlespaces, and was one of the most well-known Marcach the Free Lands had to offer – and besides, he already was experienced in such operations, he had been a Lance Sergeant during the Wedding of Aurelia's Grandmother and commanded the Horsemen at the wedding of her Father to Princess Yasmin.
All that was explained by Qafaza, who then pointed out the Non-Selkie – Teressian Cuirassiers, Astarian Keiserlig Custos, a whole host of Mounted Tabardariyya, Jalidis, Salalkubzis, the list went on for a while.
“And while they ride, we just received word of someone, who will not be at the wedding, but who has sent a message to the Bride and Groom – let's roll it.”, I spoke.
A cut later and an old man, sitting by a fireplace in a comfortable chair appeared on screen. He was well-dressed and he had that aura of an old Grandfather, as Imperator Tjark II., the Emperor of Auwalt, sat there and spoke: “My dear, little Princess, young Atif. I am sad, that I cannot be there in person to congratulate you. These old bones of mine are sadly not what they used to be and I doubt, that I could give you the dance you deserve, Aurelia.” He smiled. “I have known you two for quite a few years now, and always I saw you two married in all but the ceremony. You two fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw. However, I will always fondly remember that nervous girl, who bumped into me during a state ball and who almost fainted out of fear for having caused an international incident... and of course, the young man, who taught me a few valuable lessons about how youth communicates these days.” He reached to a side table, took a glass of amber liquid. “Sadly, I can not toast to you with whiskey, my doctor would kill me. But I will toast to you with apple juice and I toast, that you will be blessed with long life, happy life and many, many happy children. To you, Aurelia and Atif... and give Yorick hell on the dance floor, girl.”
As he drank, the video message ended, back to the studio, where the journalists were chuckling.
“That was Imperator Tjark of Auwalt, one of the many, many friends and acquaintances the Princess and the Prince made over the years.”, I told the audience, “Many of them are in attendance today, so, Fara, who else will we see?”
“Maybe most prominently, Emperor Adrean and Empress Anna of Astares Amauricanum, of course.”, she explained, “The two are close personal friends of both the Bride and the Groom and came with a large number of additional personell, less close, but still friends of the two. As far as I have heard, that assembly of Imperial Astarian Nobility has a few cooks, who will be at the Great Buffet, a few veterinarians and a few people, who will make themselves useful over the course of the day, while the Emperor and the Empress, as well as a few others, will attend the actual wedding.”
“Emperor Adrean and Empress Anna made headlines a few months ago during the dramatic rescue of a shipwrecked Kyrenaian Boy near Aurelia Island and after a personal meeting with the Sultana, during which the diplomatic relations between the Empire and the Sultanate we put on new feet.”, I remarked approvingly, “Who else? Especially those close to Bride and Groom?”
“Prince Alrich of Teressien, with his girlfriend Enya Findehoof, Mairi Kairui, the Okunaratsuran High Priestess of the Vixen, who rarely travels abroad as it is, a whole lot of Kyrenaian nobility and...” Fara paused. “We don't know yet, if she accepted, but Duchess Marcella of the UIS was invited personally and explicitly. After the assassination attempt in April, there is a chance, that she will not come, but we'll see.”
As we spoke the screens showed the horsemen further approaching the Royal Tent City. Camera focus switched on a few highlights, too, especially famous Marcach or the adorable sight behind the General himself: Around sixty kids on smaller horses, all of them Selkie.
“That's the Youth League.”, Qafaza commented, “And the girl in front, in the lead...” The camera focussed on a girl, maybe eleven, in the lead. The girl was blonde, aqua eyes and grinned a grin, which split her face in half. “...yep, that is Rona Urgharda of the Tribe of Fermanagh. A very good young horsearcher, much like her Mother, Mara Urgharda.”
“The Grand Captain of the Arrowmaidens?”, I asked, he confirmed, “Well, we know, where she got that talent from. What will be their job?”
Qafaza wanted to reply, but a horn was blown.
“Ah, they arrived.”, he commented instead and indeed, the huge number of horsemen entered the Royal Tent City.
Guests, already sitting in their carriages or on their own horses, waited as their escorts moved to surround the square. In the center, the bride and groom, mounted on their own steeds, waited with baited breath.
Atif wore a traditional ensemble, the young man, quite tall, sat on a massive farm stallion, a work horse, but a calm and gentle one. As this was his wedding, he wore a woolen Qamisi, a long-sleeved, ankle-length traditional robe, above which he wore a long-sleeved flowing cloak, an Aba. His head was covered in typical farmer style, a shemagh in red and white, a bit worn out, a bit faded, but wrapped around his head with gentle care and dexterity.
Aurelia did not wear the Fistan Alshams, the Sun Dress, which was so iconic for Kyrenaia. After all, she was the bride and the bride wore a dress known as the Qamisi as well, though in the female case, it was a long tunic reaching well past her knees, richly embroidered. Heavy riding boots clad her feet and an Aba similar to Atif's crowned her head.
As the fountain square came to be silent, the General had taken position in front of the two and nodded.
His aides burst away, a quick inspection, looping once around the place and being satisfied, which they reported with startling efficiency.
The General nodded, then turned to Aurelia and Atif, bowing his head.
“My Lady, my Lord.”, he began in Kyrenaian, “We are ready.”
“And so are we.”, Aurelia replied, smiled. “You may proceed.”
The General nodded, moved his horse to the far side of the Princess, the two aids taking position behind them, then raised his voice: “Escorts! To the Colours! Donald Críonna!”
“Present!”, a young man shouted and rode forward, followed by eleven other young men – two full Lances to escort the former Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Free Lands and Elder Statesman, as well as his Doctor, Confidant and, as some said, girlfriend Marla Steallaire. The old man, and his carer, a younger woman in Geansai, rode out of the bulk of guests in their carriage. The young man bowed. “Sir, it is an honour.”
“It is mine, young man. Please, lead the way.”, the old diplomat said and motioned ahead.
Surrounded by the horsemen, he departed first, a distant Uncle of the Princess.
One of the horsemen unrolled a banner, the purpose clear as it announced the man in question to the spectators.
“Escorts! To the Colours!”, the General yelled out, “Mister Boscar!”
“Present!”, a man called out, twelve horsemen trotting forward to take the heir to the Scuderia Bolpe into their care. He and his girlfriend sat in a carriage and bowed their heads politely. “A few less horsepower then usual, eh, laddie?”
“It does have its charms.”, the young man replied with a nod.
“Escorts! To the Colours! Duchess Marcella!”
A brief pause, when suddenly, a number of young men and women, led by a woman of light skin and dressed in an armour of lacquered wood and carrying a swordlance, sitting on a small, but powerful horse, rode forward.
“Present!”, she called out.
“Eira Nauha, of the Kassaia Girls' High School here in Malakiard.”, I commented as the carriage carrying Marcella-Khana, her sister Gisella and another occupant was surrounded by two dozen horsegirls from the local girls' high school and began to move. “Who's that in the carriage with them?”
“...that's Prince Mahmut.”, Fara said with an audible grin, “Cheeky little brat. He likes Princess Gisella quite a lot and must have gotten someone to allow him to ride with them.”
“Escorts! To the Colours!”, the yelling of General Oliunoir interrupted any reply, “Ambassador Herrera and Company!”
“Present!”
This was the voice of a woman, a bluenette Selkie, who moved in with three Lances worth of riders to escort the carriage of the Visayan Ambassador in the Free Lands. Marla Faorach of the Tribe of Cork, Priestess of Carman Fea and accomplished Marcach, had served as Ambassador of the Selkie in her own right – and as the Free Lands and the Confederation were close friends, it was hers to escort their guests at the wedding.
Plus, there was a Lance's worth of Tabardariyya with the carriage, too, whatever that was supposed to mean, after all, the Confederation was currently fighting a war against the neighbouring Kingdom of New Luzon, which had attacked them.
“Escorts! To the Colours!”, the General's voice broke through again, “The Queen of Jegrar!”
“Present!”
Sitting in the carriage with the Queen of one of the parts of the greater Kingdom of Krainin were two Jalidi, of all things, Beyeha Okka Melko and her cousin Beyeha Kira Melko. The older of the two, Okka, had been asked to accompany the other woman as a sort-of guide, while the younger one, the 13 year old Kira, was just along for the ride and the cuteness factor.
The view changed to the gates of the Royal Tent City, where the first carriage, carrying Mister Críonna, left through the gates. The Flag stood high in the wind, proudly proclaiming, who came along the road.
“Which sequence does the General sent people out?”, Fara asked into the round.
“The sequence he remembers them in.”, Qafaza replied, “Well, once he runs out of the ones he knows from the top of his head. And they are in whichever sequence he wants to. If you look closely, both of his aides were tapping away at their smartphones, which have a list.”
“To remind him of whoever he missed once they are close to finished?”, I asked.
“Close to finished and running out of names.”, Qafaza corrected with a nod.
“But that is not even close.”, I said and watched the screen the director had placed for us to see the wedding ourselves, “Which route will they take anyway?”
The screen showed a map of Malakiard, the Saghara River to the West, the Royal Tent City to the East, inside of a cluster of tent cities – a green line ran from there to a point in the middle of the City.
“Around six kilometres.”, Qafaza explained, “The route leads from the Royal Tent City to the banks of the Saghara at Nahriarat Bridge...” The view zoomed in, showed the bridge connecting the city to Nahriarat Fortress, and from there to the Ilkhanate of Kyrene (who's Ilkhana was present, as were her two children). “...and then turns onto the Main Street, past the Alean Quarters and through the Old City Wall.” The camera followed the route to the remains of the old fortifications, which held for seven centuries, until modernization and expansion of the city had put holes into the walls for streets. The old, impressive city gate still stood, however. “We can expect the horsemen to dismount here, out of respect for the city, and to mount up again when inside of the city. Then, the route takes them past the City Hall, over the Yaebur Square, past the Caravanserai and down to the Maebad Square, where they are at the Grand Temple, where the ceremony will be held.” The camera zoomed out a bit. “The horsemen will then be directed to an assembly area nearby, where there are veterinarians, water and food, both for horses and men. There they will wait for the ceremony to be over, then the entire procedure will begin again, though this time, the destination will be the Convention Center.” A new line appeared, sneaking only a bit shorter, to the Convention Center. “There will be a short lunch break, with a snack for everyone, and then the reception starts.”
“And the Horsemen?”, Fara asked.
“Will return to Camp Liam, for rest, relaxation and celebrations. They will start their return trip in three days.”, Qafaza said and nodded, “Their route back to Avaris has not been disclosed.”
The General returned to the screen.
“Escorts! To the Colours! Milady Mona!”
“Present!”, a girl's voice replied and Rona rode forwards, three Lances behind her.
There was a round of chuckling as the little girl tried to sound as awesome, as cool, as professional as the adults around her.
The carrot-top that was Mona Beag of the Tribe of Louth rode forward, her boyfriend at her side, as Rona Urgharda joined her side with her eighteen horsemen from the Youth League – none of them were above fifteen Springs.
“Who are the aides of the General anyway?”, I asked as the camera focussed on them.
“Two referees of the Marcach Guild of Redruth.”, Fara explained, “Aífe Sullphiosa of the Tribe of Antrim and Crixus Chaocha of the Tribe of Navan.”
“Oh, that...”
“Escorts! To the Colours! Adrean-ymerawdwr and Anna-ymerodres!”
“Present!”, the leader of the escort of the Astarian Imperial Couple called out – and the Astarian Keiserlig Custos moved to their advancing heads of state, riding off.
While the General listed off the rest of the present Astarian Nobility, Qafaza explained: “The Astarian Escorts, Keiserlig Custos, are actually close friends of their Emperor and Empress. And they have volunteered to help out around the city during the celebrations. Some of them will be veterinarian aides at the Camp Liam, some will drive fire engines spraying water and two, I think, volunteered to fly Bijeas for the helicopter medical evacuation. So, while they look as if they'll melt any moment now...” Indeed, the armour they wore didn't exactly look suited for hot weather, but neither did the armour worn by the majority of the Selkie and they looked fine. “...they will have a role to play.”
“Also as cooks.”, Fara chimed in to raised eyebrows from all of us, “Yes, the reception will also see some Astarian Cuisine, as a few of the escorts are apparently quite talented cooks.”
“Kyrenaian, Teressian, Selkie, dozens of other cuisines... one almost wishes to get an invite for the food alone...”, I remarked with a smile, to general amusement, “So, who else are we going to see?”
“Prince Berengar von Laurenberg-Baranowski, for example.”, Fara replied as we watched the General call out new guests to begin movement, “He is riding with his girlfriend Ida Findehoof, who, juicily enough, is part of the Teressian Ambassadorial Mission.”
“Oh, dear, that certainly is a combination.”, I remarked, “Who else?”
“Several company CEOs and heirs, the Merchant Guild somehow managed to get the companies of the Free Lands to not sent their entire boards of directors, so only a few are there.”, Fara added, “For example... there they are!”
“Escorts! To the Colours!”, the General yelled, “Dunny and Quinny!”
Duncan Fiacais of the Tribe of Wicklow and his sister Quinn were taking it with bemused laughs as they rode forward past the older gentleman, who undoubtedly smirked. They had one Lance each of Horseboys, light cavalry from the White Cliffs of the Free Lands.
“They are the heirs of the Lomanócht-Family, one of the most important land owner and food industry families of the Free Lands.”, Fara explained, “And they're both single.”
The camera focussed on the head of the parade, Críonna's carriage, the doctor with him keeping an eye on him, as they travelled with around ten kilometres per hour – the entire route would take a bit below three quarters of an hour.
Meanwhile, the General was screaming his throat sore and Fara introduced the guests.
The Queen of Mervay rode with an escort of Mounted Falconers of the Younger Militia of Seabhcóir, Princess Aurelia's place of birth.
Kaoru Sumeragi rode with his girlfriend, which was generally found to be quite a pretty young woman.
Maurice Bannouna, the President of Soley, rode in a carriage, half a dozen girls of the Kassaia Girls' High School as his escort.
Aonas Folracht and Aurora Alce rode together, too. Not a carriage, though, the blonde Lutetiian woman sat behind her boyfriend and had her arms slung around his hips. He seemed to very much enjoy it, while she seemed more hesitant.
A number of military officers, both foreign and domestic, were present as well – some as significant others of Princes and Princesses, most famously Captain Abbas Shabaaltay, who was the boyfriend of Princess Fara bint-Dardan.
Others, like Admiral Lahia, were present because of their own relevance. The Admiral rode with a very special pair of ladies, two Kanmusu of the RKN, namely the Kanmusu of the Oud-class Guided Missile Cruiser Seraphiel and, in her distinctive red armour with vicious-looking face mask, Karkadann the Elder, a veteran of the Decolonization Wars, the Monster of Salalkubz and, ironically enough, a good friend to both the bride and groom, as well as the people of Salalkubz.
They weren't the only Kanmusu, though. Receiving the odd aw about how adorable the sight was, Queen Mary III. rode with her governess and teacher, the impeccable and ever-dutiful Queen Mary class Battleship HMS Royal Oak. One could only wonder, what she thought, but the safety and security of her charge were surely on her mind, too.
Generalfeldmarschall Tjark Boddn was present as Head of State of the Republic of Pittenmark, dressed in a lighter summer uniform. His granddaughter rode with him, in lieu of a wife. It was thanks to said daughter, that two squads of Pittenmarkian Light Dragoons were riding with them, in their old, ceremonial, republican uniforms – Aenlin was a close friend to Aurelia and Atif.
The Supreme Leader of the Socialist Republic of Mercenaries, Karl von Larenz, spent quite a bit of time chatting with one of his escorts, much to shared delight, as the camera told.
Another delegation was sent by the Strategic Defence Forces, the SDF – the military of the Free Lands. Aside from Lieutenant General Céilt and Vice Admiral Curadh, however, there were two lower ranks as well, Captain Celina Reathaí, of SDFS Rhiannon, which was in Avaris, and Leading Ensign Quinn Cúraim, who was still in officer training. With her boarding axe hanging from her side, the Leading Ensign looked fierce, but her smile told of a nervousness, which her superior officers tried to take off of her. Another Kanmusu was with them, SDFS Rhiannon, Rhi the Younger, the blonde and blue eyed woman smiling as she tried to keep the Ensign steady.
The streets were lined with onlookers young and old, from Kyrenaia, the Free Lands, Teressien, Auwalt, Lutetii, Dousatel, Brucalla and even further beyond, all cheering as the carriages came – and especially cheering when a crowd favourite came, some even waving little flags or raising small banners.
Welcome back, Princess Gisella!”, was written on one in Esperanto (though curiously enough, none mentioned her sister, which was good in one way, bad in another).
A whole corner, shortly before the city gates, erupted into wild cheering, as the Visayans came up.
King Cleone might be pleased by a sole Pulchraen flag being waved in the crowd.
Queen Diane and her family, however, were the victims of the first, minor incident: A kid broke free off her mother, ran onto the street past the police lining the street and stood there, her mother being held back by the police officers.
Someone from her horseman escort broke off, bent down to collect the little girl and sat her in front of him, while riding over to where the mother stood and gratefully took the kid back before returning to the barricades. According to a later testimonial, the kid just wanted a closer look at the pretty horses (she was invited to Camp Liam two days later).
Every guest got at least one Lance, a group of six horsemen, to escort him or her – in carriages with four spots, that could be at least four Lances. Those riding themselves got at least a Lance as well.
Some, usually determined by their importance to the Sultanate, the bride and groom or their relationship to either the Marcach Guild of Redruth, got more. One example was Mona Beag, the Envoy of Lodan Lir, who not only got escorted by members of the Youth League led by Rona Urgharda, who beamed from ear to ear, but also by two Lances of the Arrowmaidens, the Order (technically) charged with her protection.
There were, however, those, who by simple closeness to the bride and groom had gotten the right to have their own horseman escorts, usually from their own homeland. Prince Alrich, Miss Findehoof and the twenty horsemen from the Fürstliche Garde, Hochheyder Guard Cuirassiers, were quite the sight, as were Herzogin Ada von Wißenthen and her two daughters Sunna and Rena, Wißenthener Lancers riding at the side of the latter two.
The Sultana had one of the most impressive escorts. A total of three dozen horsemen rode along with her, two formations of the Tabardariyya and the Marcach Guild each, though the latter were of Kyrenaian Descent – either Selkie-Expats in the Sultanate or Kyrenaian Expats in the Free Lands. A detachment of the Maiden Guard, Handmaidens turned light cavalry with padded tunics and scale armour, and a troop of Sepahi al'Ilkhana in their heavy armour completed the ensemble.
Athena Freezis of Mervay spent her carriage ride chatting with one of the men of her escort, Leonard Rualacha – the red-haired Selkie and the Mervayan businesswoman were a couple.
At the City Gates, as expected, the horsemen dismounted, led their horses through the gates by their reins and then mounted them again – it seemed silly, but it was a sign of respect by the Marcach. Some of the guests followed the example, for example Queen Ylva III. or Emperor Adrean and Empress Anna. The people riding in the carriages were exempted, especially the likes of Mister Crionna, al-Zahir or President Bennouna on account of their old age.
It was also Crionna, who arrived at the Grand Temple first. The old man was helped out of the carriage by an aide, only to be received by Prince Damir, Prince Dschafar and an Adil Kayin, one of his unrecognized bastards, the groom's parents and a Handmaiden giving him an earpiece.
“All Guests receive one.”, Fara explained, “For one thing to translate the ceremony, for the other to provide cultural background for the guests.”
“And we will be linked into that network as well.”, I added.
And slowly, but steadily, the fountain square of the Royal Tent City emptied itself, more and more horsemen departed with their charges, and not once, the old man yelling his throat sore, had to consult with his aides... until the big moment came.
“So...”, he said as all, who were left were Princess Aurelia, Prince Atif and their escort, “...who's left?” One of his aides rode forward, showed him the screen of her smartphone. The old man furrowed his brows, then got out his reading glasses. By now, both Aurelia and Atif were chuckling. “Oh, yes, those two – completely forgot!” Of course he didn't. “Horns!
The ear-splitting, reverberating sound of half a dozen Selkie War Horns sounded out, announcing to the world, that something important was about to happen.
And, thanks to television and streams, everyone could watch as the old man settled in his saddle and rode forward, in front of the bride and groom, his aides by his side as he bowed his head, then looked at them.
Escorts! To the Colours!”, he yelled – in Kyrenaian, “For the Bride and the Groom!
With practised ease, Aurelia and Atif trotted forwards, the General and his aides making up the front as they picked up two banners rolled up, unfolding them with the same ease.
Meanwhile, the bride and the groom were joined by their escorts, the largest, larger then the escort to the Sultana – Marcach, Youth League, Tabardariyya, girls from the Kassaia, Rural Police Mounted Officers, a hundred horsemen at least, being received by cheers louder then any before.
And both Bride and Groom loved it, waved, smiled brilliantly.
The only interruption came, when one of the water spraying fire engines stood in the way, the 'gunner' at the water gun turning the device onto them for a light drizzle, much to general delight.
It was out of the way quick enough.
Past the gates, to the Main Temple.
Fara supplied the world with information about Aurelia's horse Fanai and Atif's horse Tarikh, while Qafaza did the same with specific riders of the escort, especially among the Marcach. Apparently, some of the best had been assigned to her escort, including Leonard Lách, Fintan Líomhadha, Fiona Saiteach and both Fiona and Wicho Moronai. The Cults of the Free Lands had also dispatched some of their Orders horsewomen, led by Gwen Gallan, a Lancemaiden of Rhiannon.
It was an impressive sight and one, which everyone in the streets would remember for a long time.
And with that, there also came the first shots from within the Grand Temple of Malakiard. It was a large structure, a round colonnade surrounded a large, square building in the center, the actual temple.
The temple itself was terraced structure with receding upper levels, much akin to a ziggurat, though the stairs were quite a challenge. The temple was, after all, fifty metres tall. Luckily for the guests unwilling or unable to make the arduous trip up in one go, there were areas established on the levels inbetween, where one could sit and take a breather, as well as a glass of water.
Plus, these levels were greened, palms and ferns and all sorts of flowers stood between small streams, basins and ways, which led the Priests and Priestesses through the Temple Gardens.
Another option were, of course, the four Cumscóir C-3 Ultra-light Utility Helicopters, electrical powered small helicopters, which were quite small. One of the helicopters was even flown by the daughter of the company CEO, setting down on top of the temple, far away from the shrine.
The uppermost platform was still quite large, giving a splendid view of the city and its surroundings.
In its centre stood the Shrine, the most sacred part of the temple, the innermost sanctum, which was surprisingly small. In front of it, under canvas awnings, was the area for the guests, some of which stood out, for example, on the left side, Emperor Adrean and Empress Anna. The non-state guests had already been placed there, leaving more then enough room for the guests of state.
Priests and Priestesses ushered the guests to their seats, leaving the frontmost row free: That was reserved for the families, despite one spot already being occupied by an old, battered Selkie Horseman Helmet, representing Aurelia's late mother.
Fara retold the story for the world.
The temple was dedicated to Ischthar, the Kyrenaian Goddess of Mothers, Homes, the Sultanate, Land and Fertility, and, by extension, also of marriage, thus a fitting spot for a wedding ceremony. Her Priestesses were dressed very lightly, as were her Priests. The Priestess, who would officiate the wedding, Aurelia Maswuwl, was still down, receiving guests and shaking hands alongside Prince Damir, she would ascend with Bride and Groom, as well as their parents.
Ceremonial Temple Guards, wearing light robes and carrying spears, as well as round silver shields on their backs, were as much part of the security precautions as the Tabardariyya.
And then, Aurelia and Atif came onto the home stretch. The image on screens all over the world shifted – to a cockpit.
While we exchanged confused glances, a voice in the cockpit announced: “Alraedilha, you are cleared for your attack run.”
“Understood, Control.”, the pilot replied in a professional tone, “Moving in for the attack run.”
And then, the plane turned, a city, Malakiard, came into view, as the nose went down, not into a nose dive, but quite steep. “Release in 3... 2... 1... release!
And a series of low plop-plop-plop-plop filled the cockpit, before the pilot adjusted some throttle and with a roar, the plane rose into the sky again.
And the next sequence we saw was of a veritable rain of rose petals, which came down upon the bride and groom and anyone in or close to the temple. Tens of thousands of petals, which fluttered through the air, as the bride and the groom arrived.
A lot of videos posted on social media would show two Armala Stealth Interceptors with markings of the RKN going in for a low sweep, ammunition dispensers blasting out the petals for them to flutter down onto the streets, only to then pull up and vanish into the sky.
But right now, the bride and groom were received by stablehands, who took the reins and were ready to help with dismounting, Atif taking his bride in her Qamisi. Hey approached the main entrance and the camera's view switched again, close to the happenings as Prince Damir received his daughter and Atif was received by his parents.
There were tears, kisses, smiles and firm handshakes, though the proceedings were to advance a few moments later, when High Priestess Maswuwl stepped forward. The two found back to one another and held hands.
Groom of this bride, I welcome you in the name of the Lioness.”, she spoke and bowed, Atif returning the gesture. “Bride of this groom, I welcome you in the name of the Lioness.” After Aurelia had bowed lightly as well, the Priestess continued: “Father of the Bride, please take off the cloak, to show us the Bride.
And Damir stepped forward, took the Qamisi and slowly, almost reverently, took it off of his daughter's shoulders, revealing the fistan alshams, the Sun Dress, she wore underneath.
It was a beautiful piece, bare midriff and a bustier covering her chest, white silk embroidered with silver and golden threads, accentuating her curves. Her shoulders were covered by short sleeves, a cloak of fur hanging between them. According to Fara, that had once been a Star Lynx, an animal endemic to the Free Lands. Below the bare midriff, the bride wore a long, multi-layered skirt, composed of semi-translucent silks in different colours, a little kaleidoscope. Aurelia certainly was a beautiful young woman, a vibrant and free-spirited one.
Atif smiled as he beheld her, as did her Father.
Please take off your shoes.”, the High Priestess demanded of both bride and groom, who did as they were asked, a Priestess taking the footwear into custody.
And then, the long ascent began.
We, meanwhile, had another thing to do: First of all, the videos showing the rose petals dropping interceptors were shown, then, I spoke: “And we are now live on the air with Miss Sarina Eahira, Miss Eahira, can you hear us?”
“Loud and clear, Mister Eamuwd.”, came the answer over the airwaves.
“Can you tell us a bit about yourself?”
“I am Princess Aurelia's Personal Handmaiden and was chosen today for a special task.”, she explained, “You might have noticed the in-ear plugs the guests received. I am now speaking to you, with a translation of the ceremony, cultural backgrounds and everything, which might be of interest. And I am also speaking the same things to the people in front of their own screens, watching the KBC English Broadcast. Good morning, everyone.”
On the platform of the temple, a lot of people spoke a good morning back.
“Now, as we speak, the Bride and Groom, as well as their parents, ascent to the platform with the High Priestess.”, Eahira explained and then went on. We had a long break, but we remained, where we were, watching with interest.
Especially since, as Princess Aurelia's personal Handmaiden, Miss Eahira had a wholly different perspective on the entire wedding, which was interesting in its own right. And she knew things, which no one else knew.
For starters, that the piece of fur had not only been a Star Lynx once, but that it had been hunted by an old flame of the Princess, a Ferris Céad. I knew, that the yellow press would have a field day with the poor lad over the next few weeks.
That being said, bride and groom made a small break at one of the middle platforms, had a bit of water, took a breather from all the stairs, and then resumed their march.
“And there she comes.”, the Handmaiden announced – heads turned around to the stairs and the High Priestess led the procession, then bride and groom, then the parents.
There were the appropriate amount of ooohs and aaahs, even the odd bit of applause as the group walked down the aisles. The High Priestess took her position at the altar, turned as bride and groom received last well-wishes of their parents, then said parents went to their seats. Of course, they sat together, Atif's Mother (and her family next to her) beside Prince Dschafar, the little half-brother of Princess Aurelia, next to him his mother Princess Yasmin (Aurelia's stepmother) and then Prince Damir. The helmet was on his far side.
Everyone ready?”, the High Priestess asked, nods from both the bride and groom.
The High Priestess, too, nodded. “Friends of these two young people, we came together...
Over the next half hour, the Priestess led the assembly through the religious parts of the ceremony, called upon the Temple's Patron Deity, asked her to bless the marriage, then a group of temple musicians performed songs of worship, those, who knew Kyrenaian, were invited to sing along.
The Priestess then spoke about love, about the Gods, recounted a myth of Ishat and Tammuz, how the feisty Goddess of Fire had fallen for the Shepherd God and how their love, too, had its difficulties, its moments of doubt and separation.
But ultimately, how they found each other.
The fire still burned in Ishat and Tammuz had tamed it... mostly, at least, as their bedroom would prove.
That drew a hearty chuckle from everyone.
After that, the Priestess asked for prayers for the couple, then for everyone to stretch a hand out for the couple, to strengthen their backs, support for their union. Another prayer, during which the couple made their little wedding sacrifice. An aide brought forth a brazier, placed it onto the altar, the High Priestess lit it.
Then, both fathers brought forth a little sacrifice, incense sticks – Damir gave his to Atif, Atif's father his to Aurelia, joining the families symbolically. Atif and Aurelia then sacrificed the incense, together, speaking a holy prayer with the people around them.
Now, friends, it is time for the rings to be exchanged.” A beat passed. “You two do have the rings, right?
Chuckles as Atif checked his pockets, then turned to his sisters. “Lassies?
The two young women produced two small boxes, then went to their older brother and his bride. They both took them with grateful bows and smiles and turned towards the Priestess.
She took them and put them onto the altar, asked Ischthar to bless the rings and their wearers with a long and happy marriage, then turned back and handed them back.
Take this ring as a sign of my eternal love for you.”, Aurelia spoke and opened her box.
It was a ring, yes, but one dangling from a necklace. She put it over Atif's head, who had to bow down slightly to do so.
Take this ring as a sign of my eternal love for you.”, Atif spoke and also produced a necklace, which he put over Aurelia's head.
There was nothing more, then that, which they needed to say or do.
In the eyes of the Gods, I hereby declare you bride and groom. You may now kiss the bride!”, the Priestess spoke.
Lip mashing ensued.
Cheers rose up, from both the platform on the temple and the city, but it did not seem, as if the couple seemed to care.
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Postby Kyrenaia » Sun Oct 01, 2023 5:28 am

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Malakiard Convention Center.

The Malakiard Convention Center was quite a large complex, built around a twenty storey office tower, which included a business club, a gentleman's club (owned by a Prinzessin Maja of Auwalt) and a small hotel. The complex also included three hectares of outdoor exhibition space, eight indoors exhibition halls and a convention hall with adjacent kitchens, backstage areas, everything to successfully host a huge wedding party.
And huge it was.
The Lunch Break for all guests, including Atif and me, had gone swimmingly, but now it was time for the Wedding Reception. The room was lined by couch landscapes, tables with chairs and, of course, the buffet. Kyrenaian Cuisine, Selkie Cuisine, Astarian Cuisine, Teressian, Auwaltian, Okunaratsuran, Lutetiian Cuisine, all those and more had their pieces and places at the buffet and at the bar, where alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks were ready to be served.
The stage at the end of the room was already occupied by the Joint Big Band of Utica's Old Academies, plus a few other musicians. Daria Lahith stood at the ready to sing with her husky and breathy voice.
“Ladies and gentleman...”, she spoke into her microphone, “...the bride and groom.”
And then, the doors opened and the wedding party could see Atif and me.
Cheers, applause, whistles and someone even blew a horn – it was a reception like I had never experienced. Dad, Yasmin and Atif's parents received us at the doors, Atif's siblings and my little half-brother joining us soon after.
“You'll have to give a speech.”, Dad said to us and, with Dschafar on my arm, I nodded.
The table, where Atif and I would set up shop for the first mingling, while the dance floor was empty and the buffet full, was at the end of the hall, close to the stage and the band. It was a sitting group with comfortable sofas.
I had been received well before, but this would take a special place in my heart: We took a lot of time to come to the front, through the crowd.
And there, I smiled.
“Alright, everyone, a word from the happy couple.”, Daria spoke and slowly, the crowd settled down.
“Thank you.”, I said into my own microphone, handed to me by a Handmaiden. “And thank you for being here. You all don't know, how much it means to us, but... it's a lot.” A round of chuckles. “Atif and I have been a long time coming and... do you want to add something?”
“Why should I?”, Atif asked with a grin, “You're doing well!”
Another round of chuckles.
“Wisecracker.”, I called him and turned to the band, “Say, Daria...” It helped, that we were old schoolmates. “...wanna open the dance?”
“Of course.”, the leader of the Big Band replied and the dance floor emptied for Atif and me.
Dad smiled proudly as we took position and Daria began with her song, her soft crooning filling the convention hall. It was an old Kyrenaian ballad, a song about two horsemen, a girl and a boy, falling in love and riding out together.
Atif and I danced the soft dance close and intimate, eyes only for each other, slowly and elegantly.
The boy and the girl in the song rode out daily, fell deeper and deeper for one another, in the golden fields of barley, but they were found out. Envious rats were trying to separate them, but their love held firm, strong...
...and it was during the opening dance, that the buffet was opened without fanfare, so was the bar and the dance floor was opened as well – Dad took Yasmin out for a spin, Princess Fara took her boyfriend's hand and dragged the RKN-Pilot onto the dance floor, Aynur-Ilkhan and Dardan-Ilkhan went for it as well...
...and in the middle, under the soft crooning of a former schoolmate, Atif and I danced.
Finally, united.
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Postby New Visayan Islands » Sun Oct 01, 2023 6:53 am

Dr. Danielle I. Navarro-Gorre, PhD (Biochemistry) Agent Flatline, VIA
Malakiard Convention Center
October 1st, AD 2023
1423 Local Time

The ruminations of one Doctor Danielle Navarro-Gorre kept her focused as she saw the couples dance. Officially the Science Attaché for the Visayan Embassy to the Free Lands, she also served as the Chief of Station for Visayan Intelligence Agency operations within--in practice, alongside--the Free Lands. Her parent agency was having a grand time working on regular updates connected to the Irredentist War...and as luck would have it, the NewFils were consolidating inward as they started really losing ground. It was not all good news, though, as His Philippine Majesty's Armed Forces left carnage in their wake, despite what its news agencies have recently echoed. So much for not mistreating what those shitheels call "Their Lost Kin," she thought, as she saw the rest of the party seated. Commander Lobetos, the Military Attaché was to her left, dress blues and an officer's saber in lieu of the service pistol that would otherwise be part of the uniform. To her right was Balthazar Frieder, the Cultural Attaché, in a tuxedo, and to his right was Ambassador Herrera. The delegation from the Visayan Embassy to the Free Lands was present, alright, and perhaps before the night was over, backroom deals would be solidified...
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Postby AHSCA » Sun Oct 01, 2023 9:23 am

The Villa Sisters

Her Majesty the Duchess Marcella Villa, Her Majesty Princess Gisella Villa. It'd been a long time since either were in Utica and well they probably both quietly wished they could be back here under slightly nicer circumstances. Well long story short, Marcella being forced to break it off with Aurelia letting her temper get the best of her sparked a big problem and now the former lover was getting married, to someone else. Well it is what it is, that's life. Being shot back in April put things into perspective for Marcella to not let it bother her, not that it didn't worry Gisella. The early part of the day as the girls prepared themselves for the ceremony, "Gisella, you've been staring at me all morning, what's with you?"

"Sorry. You look nice is all, sis."

"Come on, I know you're thinking I'm going to make an ass of myself again."

"I'm not thinking that. I just think how odd it must be after everything that's happened."

"Getting shot...Life is short...Gotta appreciate....Yada yada yada." Marcella sighed, "Forget the speech I've said a dozen times by now, you sound like Noir."

"At the very least we should have brought Lady Asuna along."

"You know how the Kyrenians feel about bodyguards and security details. The one who shot me was just a mentally ill young man, I'm not in any danger."

"I don't think you are, just more extra support you know."

"I'm fine. I'll give my well wishes and that'll be that. But forget me." Her tone changed from slight annoyance to that of an older sibling teasing her little sister. "A birdy tells me a certain young Prince is looking forward to seeing you."

Gisella blushed "I....I well I am looking forward to seeing Prince Mahmut."

"Forget looking forward, I know you two were going back and forth while I was down for the count. Maybe there's something in the air for you." She reached over and poked her sister's cheek

"We'll see I suppose." Gisella replied sheepishly.

"Hehehe well maybe so."

They were summoned shortly after letting them know their carriage awaited them "Lovely, the Kyrenaians know how to go in style" Gisella nodded as the door opened well speak of the devil there he was "Oh, Your Grace." Gisella said with surprise and the glowing blush of her cheeks. Not just the makeup that made her cheeks rosy red as much the sight of the handsome prince. Marcella just felt a bit awkward, she'd be more than happy to give them some alone time but uh well she didn't think carriage hopping would be appropriate and she sure couldn't ride solo. "Young Sire, good to see you on such a happy occasion" Marcella greeted and nudged Gisella to do the same, crushes or no crushes best not forget their manners (again). "Yes, Your Grace it's good to see you again." Gisella said as she took the seat inside. From there it was a pleasant chat between the three. The banners in Esperanto made them both giggle a little. Strictly speaking, their native was Auroran but Esperanto was still a language of the islands both were fluent in, so it still worked just fine. Now the reception, the true final dungeon! Wait that's not right! Really Marcella was fine, tough to see her first true love slip from her grasp but that is life. Her mother echoed similar stories to her and look what happened there, Marcella and Gisella were born because the former Duchess didn't get down and out and was able to find a new love so Marcella could too, someday.

"Your Grace," Marcella said to the Prince, "surely you have no issue taking time to be my darling younger sister's escort, I'm sure she'll have more fun with you than hanging off my arm all night. At least for a while. As such you need me, I'll be around, I won't wander to far." she gave a small wink and a pat to Gisella's back and took the time to scan the room get a feel of the other guests here. Noir did offer to let their new Director of Intelligence join them under the guise of a Foreign Office attache to keep tabs on things going on and just be in general a information center of who's who. Marcella ultimately declined the offer, it was probably best to just be her and her sister for this. Well for now Marcella just took time to soak in the general atmosphere. Kyrenaia always a lovely country no matter what, from the people to the architecture.

Gisella giggled when Marcella left them "I suppose you know my sister how she is." She said to Prince Mahmut. "I never really got a chance to thank you for your letters back in April."

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Postby Astares Amauricanum » Sun Oct 01, 2023 2:01 pm

Keisaer Adrean Blachkor

If the weather in Malakiard was surely hot for the beggining of October, my eyes would surely not be dry today, as would be the ones of my friends.
When we had received the wedding invitations a few weeks back, we had already anticipated Aurelia and Atif's requests they made back in April when we had congratulated them. The horses of the whole Phantom Squadron had been checked, vaccines, health tests, the whole nine yards.
And after asking for a small favor to the Kyrenaians to bring all our friends along, they agreed, especially considering we offered to help in any way we could for the ceremony.
And that's how Operation Archer Wedding began.

While only me, Anna, Pavel, Alicia, Phillip, Catherine, Yuri and Patricia would be considered guests, with the right to participate in the ceremony and reception, all our other friends would have their hands full. Patrick and Alexandra, alongside their squads, would be cooking, James and John would be flying medevac choppers, others would be driving fire engines to spray water on the crowds,, and let's not forget Thomas and Ophelia acting as liaisons to the Kyrenaians, as well as Robert and Kathleen acting in the same capacity alongside General Crixus Oliunoir.
Speaking of those latter two, they had been chosen to lead our escort from the Royal Tent City.

And that's what we did this morning, riding to the Temple, six kilometers in the heat, our FerJarningurs feeling a bit heavy, especially the cloaks with fur linings at the top. And that's not even talking about the armor of our friends. But we had seen worse, so we managed.
Once the vows had been exchanged, amidst tears of joy, Anna, me and our six friends present had cheered very loudly, the only similar moments I could think of being our own weddings back in 2010. What a joy, and even doubled by the fact that beforehand, Damir had agreed to hand us the photos of the Selkie wedding which had happened earlier at dawn today.
A small thing to note, is that unlike any other guests, we were not given earpieces, as we already had our own. Indeed, as leaders of our Squadron, and with our friends with us, Anna and me had asked for regular situation reports to be done by our liaison officers, so we had switch back and forth between the channel by Sarina, and our own frequencies from time to time.
And also, we had all been surprised by the young Adil Kayin, which we rescued back in January, welcoming us alongside Damir. We'd have to ask the bride for that.

But now, after the small lunch break, and in the environment of the Malakiard Convention Center, we could take a rest, and enjoy the festivities.
Having checked the Astarian buffet quickly when we arrived, I congratulated Patrick and Alexandra by radio on a job well done. No doubt Astarian cuisine would shine today, alongside others.

And so, as I now spin on the dancefloor to the sound of a beautiful Kyrenaian ballad, Anna in my arms, I don't care for anything but two things: the moment of joy for Atif and Aurelia, and my wife.

"Finally united. I'm so happy for them." whispers Anna, her arms around my neck, my hads on her waist.

"Me too. Reminds me of our first dance as an official couple." I reply with a small chuckle. "I was breathing pretty loundly back then, no?" I remember with a small chuckle, referring to the bullet wound in my right lung which had me fall in a coma, only to wake up to Anna admitting her feelings to me, and me to her.

"Indeed, but I'm glad how it turned to be in the end." answers Anna with a small laugh too, before closing the distance, our lips a nose length apart. "I love you Adrean."

"I love you too Anna. Forever and always." I reply, before kissing her softly, not with tongue, but with a lot of passion...
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Postby Phibeta » Sun Oct 01, 2023 3:17 pm

Enroute to the Malakiard Convention Center. October 1, 2023

That was certainly unexpected. In the many years of Queen Diane’s reign, and to extent her life, she has never seen a young child just running out to her cavalcade, fortunately no one got hurt, not even the child. Such things to occur earlier in the day as she and her family have traveled to Kyrenaia to attend a wedding. This was the first/second time Queen Diane went out of the kingdom since the birth of her son. He’s at home being cared for by the nanny.

When the letter of invitation to the Wedding of Princess Aurelia and
Mr. Qalb came to Kensington Palace, it was an immediate approval, as it would co-inside with the parliament opening ceremony next week, a little holiday before heading back to work after all. It was especially exciting for young Princess Olivia, the eldest daughter of the queen, as she was one of Princess Aurelia’s penpals after chatting up on social media, as many young royals often met. This would be the first time they would be meeting in person. They traveled aboard their own personal yacht, The Royal Yacht Phitannia. And this is where they are now, Queen Diane, her husband Prince Walter, the Duke of Korngold, their daughter Princess Olivia, the Princess of Dolfine and the Duchess of Klinwind, and the odd man out…

“Damn these peasants. Trying to disrupt our ride to the wedding” said a disgruntled gentleman, dressed in his royal military outfit, the full-ceremonial day dress of the Royal Navy. Thie gentleman is Prince Alfred, Duke of Willmington, a very mysterious yet tempermental royal who has often been sighted with nationalists, especially a rich shipping tycoon named Leonardo Torrance of the Anglica Maritime Navigation Company. He's a very nonsensical and highly nationalist sympathizer that does not often travel to events like this. “These brats should be taught a lesson”. No one knows why he decided to tag along if he hated traveling to places he did not wish to go. But something must be cooking with him, as he heard the sultana will be there, and his favorite party nominated her for a knighthood which he also heard she declined.

‘Now, now dear brother” Queen Diane said, herself wearing a uniform that takes tradition from the Phibetan Midlands. Plaid bonnet and kilt, with a red jacket and white frilly blouse. “She is just a child. She means no harm, it looked like she wanted to see the horses up-close”.

“That’s what the sidewalk is for” he refuted. “Places for urchins and peasants can take a nice look at us aristocrats”.

“That is a very unwise thing to think” said the prince consort, sitting next to Diane, Prince Walter. He wears his ceremonial Phibetan Army uniform. “That kind of thinking sent several crowns into a deep fall. You watch that Nationalist mouth of yours”.

“My mouth is what I choose it to be. And how dare you insult the Nationalist party. They are good group of lads who just want a strong empire”.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just leave the idea of empire be. It’s dead”.

“Not with that attitude” he smirks to himself.

“Uncle Alfred” The daughter, Princess Olivia asked, sitting next to her uncle, wearing a simple yet elegant crimson dress. “If you don’t want to be here, why did you ask to come?”

“I just want to speak with the sultana, see if I can get her to accept the knighthood. After all, we share a commonality of a pure disdain for that Island State’s primitiveness”.

“I don’t think that was the issue with the whole, Kyrenaian-AHSCA fallout. And you know that AHSCA is a very close ally of ours” Queen Diane.

“But it is a sentiment I share”. The carriage was silent again because of how awkward Prince Alfred is. But a conversation does pick up again.

“So, Olivia dear. Are you excited to meet your penpal for the first time?” Queen Diane asked.

“Very much so mother” she replied happily. “We talk all the time through letters. I am very happy for her”.

“I think she is a few years older too” Prince Walter chimes in. “Never too late to think about marriage dear”.

“If you want to of course”. Without anymore hitches they arrived at the convention center for the reception. The wedding ceremony took place earlier in the day. Beside Alfred being bored out of his wits, the family behaved themselves respectfully. The luncheon went smooth too. But at long last, the reception. It was absolutely grand, perhaps grander than the royal balls the family usually holds in Kensington Palace, or Brisker Castle. Princess Olivia holds a gift for the newlyweds, a golden pocket watch engraved with the names of the two. Diamond encrusted inside, and two small portraits of the two on the inside, done by the royal portrait painter based on the few pictures from newspapers.

“It’s not too shabby. Could be better” Alfred says bluntly.

“That’s quite enough brother” Queen Diane scolded. It was time to meet and greet several of their friends and allies. Let’s just hope Prince Alfred doesn’t do anything stupid.
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Postby Krainin » Sun Oct 01, 2023 6:21 pm

Queen Emilia of Jegrar

During the carriage ride and wedding itself, Emilia mainly kept to herself. Making small talk with some people, especially with the two gals in the carriage with her. Now, during the reception, Emilia sits by the bar, having a light drink. She shows signs of being nervous and takes a deep breath.

"Calm yourself, Emilia," she whispers to herself, "this is only the first time your representing your nation by itself on the international stage. Oh, geez." She sighs and takes another drink. She adjusts her fitting black dress and walks to a group near the bar. She coughs, getting their attention.

"Is there anyone here that wants to dance with a Queen?" Emilia asks, trying to keep the nervousness out of her voice.
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Postby Samudera Darussalam » Sun Oct 01, 2023 10:39 pm

Prince Muhammad Jayanegara

Aside from polite greetings and small chitchats he made with people that he made on the way to Malakiard Convention Center, the second-in-line-to-the throne keeps on silent while observing the area around him. Truth to be told, Muhammad feels a little…overwhelmed. When he was only a shy few years away from being a teenager, his country suddenly decided to step up its activities on the world stage, and ever since then it has been a little blur. Mangkubumis come and went, making dealings with foreign countries that Muhammad himself sometimes forget that his country even has any relationship with had the lessons on geopolitics imprinted on the Prince's mind didn’t constantly remind him about it. Not that the royal family, or the King himself-his stoic grandfather, bless his old soul and may God gives him plenty of health-is ever involved in politics ever since he can remember, but they still have their own roles to play. Their dues to pay.

Back then, it was mainly his mother, the Crown Princess, and his father, or even his uncle and aunt who are busying themselves and giving time for the children of the main royal family to be children. Now, with his position in the succession line being confirmed, and with him having finished his college, it’s time for him to step up on his palate. It’s not that this is the first time he had been sent on duty overseas to make new relations or to contribute to the deepening of ties that his country already had, but Mandalanusa is starkly different from Kyrenia. First, it was hot and dry in the way his country or most of its neighbouring nations are not. Second, they seem to love making impressions on guests with their…extravagant celebrations, contrasting it with how the Samuderan Royal Family recently tend to celebrate their own official ceremonies without much fanfare. This festivity ought to be something that his little sister Faradina or his cousins the Twins would enjoy the spectacle of, he is sure of it. Muhammad smiled to himself as he clapped along with the other guests when the new couple, bless them, being officiated back at the temple. The Prince would obviously have many stories to tell his little siblings when he is back home.

Back to the present in the reception party, Muhammad continued to keep to himself as he walked among the crowd to where the buffet is located, having stopped watching the couple dance after a while. Looking at them made him feels lonely, so he decided to go somewhere else. Near the buffet table, the Prince pondered on the various type of cuisines presented before him, Kyrenian and Selkie and Astarian and….other food from another countries? Muhammad decided that time to marvel at these delicacies would need to come later as he made his way to the other guests would likely be situated. Perhaps at the bar? Muhammad thought to himself as he walked to the bar and asked for a drink. He is not pious, but having alcohol doesn’t feel right for now, especially since the reception has just gotten started not too long ago. Having received his non-alcoholic drink, the Prince took a seat at an unoccupied area at the other side of the bar and looked at his surrounding, his gaze fell on a nervous-looking lady with brown hair nearby and the young man started to feel sympathy and solidarity rising in him before Muhammad schooled his expression back to a neutral albeit friendlier one. From what he remembered from the introduction, she seemed to be Queen Emilia of Jegrar from the Krainin Isles. He sipped his drink and watched as she walked to a group of people by the bar and coughed to get the group’s attention before asking one of them for a dance. Muhammad decided to finish his drink, and got up from his seat to approach the Grand Princess to show his solidarity since he also feels a little overwhelmed and probably…. also out of his elements. With a small smile, the Prince made a thoughtful expression on his face as he walked to the nervous-looking lady, being careful so as to not surprising her from behind with both of his hands placed behind his back after adjusting his slightly disheveled tie back to its proper, neat look.

“Your Highness,” Muhammad’s voice, a light baritone lilted as he tried to get the Grand Princess’s attention. “Pardon my intrusion, but I can’t help but overheard your request. Have you found a partner to dance?”
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Postby Legatia » Mon Oct 02, 2023 6:16 pm


SULTANATE OF KYRENAIA
Maliakard Convention Center, Maliakard, Khanate of Khond
10:12 PM, 1 October 2023



"Wow.."

Chiara Marchetti was used to fanfare and ceremony- it came with the territory of being the heiress of one of Meridon's largest shipyards. Her family's was the source of Meridon's capital warships, the Sistine-class aircraft carriers and the Maratea-class amphibious warfare ships. Each time one of them were launched there was plenty of celebration, and more to boot when it came time to commission them into service with the Fleet. The band would be struck, Admirals and Presidents would give speeches, jets and aircraft would make low flyovers streaming the red and white smoke that was Meridon's proud flag. They were momentous events, meticulously planned, incredibly expensive- befitting of the magnitude of the warships they honored, of the importance within not just the Fleet, but within the national psyche of the proud maritime Federal Republic's naval character. Meridon's egalitarian political culture also meant that publicly-funded lavish displays of men and material wealth were scarce, and even the private ones were seen as vain and inflated by the less-affluent masses.

Chiara Marchetti considered herself- privately, of course- an aesthete, much preferring the launches of cruise ships from the Marchetti yards south of Port Sistine than the stark grey forms of warships- which admittedly had their own beauty, but were utilitarian beasts by nature. More often than not, she would receive invitations to tour the ships once completed, both before and after launch, and she would enjoy admiring the artistic selections and architectural styles of the massive vessels both inside and out.

The pomp and circumstance provided here in Kyrenaia, however, was like something she had never seen. It was almost childlike how she pressed her face to the window to watch the procession and watched the glittering lances, well-groomed horses, elaborate carriages and banners fluttering in the wind like it was something out of a fairytale. She almost gave her envy to the Princess and her groom, wishing one day she might be the centerpiece of such an elaborate state of affairs but soberly understanding hers would almost certainly be a muted affair. But she could dream, and as she existed amongst the procession of thousands as more than a spectator but not exactly a participant, she was more than happy to watch.

She would make it a point to congratulate the happy couple at one point, she thought, as she accepted a glass of champagne at the reception, but she knew there was a long, long line of friends ahead of her for that task. She had sent a letter, but the proper thing to do was to greet them and wish them well in person. All in due time, she smiled.

For now, she contented herself to observe the partygoers in the reception room, and perhaps scope out if an interaction was yet to be had.

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Postby Abetton » Mon Oct 02, 2023 6:49 pm

A Prince and his girlfriend. Young Prince Linely Abetton's future king and young Lady Elodie Hamlin, officially well nothing, eh well not yet. Elodie being the youngest of her family has her noble title by birthright but beyond that, she isn't expected to inherit her family's Duchy. A minor noble lady who could never dream she'd be on the arm of the Prince, but well here she was! And Linely well needless to say he was quite smitten with the young lady the two had been dating for a short time but already quite a doting couple, at least in private - ahem - just that they have to maintain the image of courtly well mannered clean cloth cut children of a higher social standing, they can't be all over each other like raging hormonal teenagers so it rarely got beyond simple hand holding and maybe the peck on the cheek. But outside Abetton all bets were off! Okay not really they still kept up their manners and and kept things down but still it was nice to be together always.

As Abetton's future King, Linely was really striving to make a name for himself as a broker of diplomacy, even if it was as simple as attending the formal galas of various crownships and the same was true of his younger sister, Princess Peri whom too was striving to be Abetton's cordial Princess. But her story is for another day, back on our Prince and his girlfriend their carriage ride was only briefly interrupted by a video call from who else but the youngest Princess, Princess Chysanthe, "Heeeey," she greeted poking her face up to the screen as close as possible. She was kind of loud but it was obvious she was whispering and it could be seen it was kind of dark. "Chrissie" Elodie waved to her

"How is it there, is it fun, did they already kiss, can you show me?"

"Sorry, hun, the ceremony is over, we're on our way to the reception now."

Poking his head over Linely could see his sister was for sure hiding under her covers, "Chrissie, what time is it there?"

"Mmmmmmmmmm"

"Hehehe" Elodie giggled "Late, I take it?"

"Yeah it's actually just after 1 o'clock now." Chrys replied sheepishly

"And I assume that's A.M." Linely pushed back

"Very, very A.M. big bro!"

"You should be asleep Little Miss."

"Aww but I wanna see, I wanna see. You and Peri always get to go off and do fun things I'm always at home."

"Look," Elodie continued, "if possible I'll try to get some pictures of the reception for you but only if you go back to sleep. You don't want to get sick again do you?"

"No. I don't."

"Right. You need sleep or you'll get sick. And if you're sick then I can't come and play with you when I get back. We don't want that."

"I guess so."

"Okay, go to sleep and when it's a little later in the day there, you can send a message to say hello again. And I think Miss Margaret will be upset if she finds you on your phone in the middle of the night."

"She is scary when she's mad so I guess you're right. Good night!"

"Good night."

"Good night."

The call ended and Elodie tucked her phone away in her purse. "Hehehe she's so cute, I love her!"

"Sure because she always listens to you."

"Well, girls are like that."

"You have two brothers yourself, are you like that with them?"

"Of course!" she laughed and he laughed

And before much longer they were at the main event the grand reception itself and what a sight it was. So many delegates from Kyrenaia and around the world alike, even Abetton's nearby neighbor the UIS had it's Duchess here? Oh boy this must be a tad awkward considering everything that went on with them, even Linely himself hoped to intervene to again flex a bit his attempt at political intrigue but well ah whatever it's not important besides of BOTH the Duchess and Princess are here, things must be at least okay. Okay, right? "The Duchess Princess of the UIS." Linely pointed out to Elodie.

"Well you suppose they at least buried the hatchet?" Elodie was surprised too that the Duchess and Princess would both be here.

"I don't know but I would assume so if they're here."

Who else was here they wondered as they scanned the room of course the Phibetan Royalty were here as well, Phibeta one time an enemy of Abetton but now a close friend. "I recognize the Queen but not entirely sure the older Gentlemen with her. But...." they were observing from a distance and with people moving to and fro sometimes their vision was obscure.

Elodie found herself gripping to his arm a little tighter "Somehow I feel uneasy."

"I guess he has a look to him wait a minute, Prince Alfred, Duke of Willmington. He's a bit of a staunch nationalist."

"Ugh, how vile. I hope he doesn't cause trouble with the UIS being here."

"Not with Her Highness the Queen present, I doubt he'd dare stir up trouble with the Duchess. Plus pretty sure the Duchess could beat him up if she really wanted too."

Elodie stifled a giggle the thought was funny and well he probably was right but this wouldn't be the place. Perhaps it's a bit rude to gossip like this but oh well. For now that was enough standing around maybe good idea to go socialize properly.

Legatia wrote:She would make it a point to congratulate the happy couple at one point, she thought, as she accepted a glass of champagne at the reception, but she knew there was a long, long line of friends ahead of her for that task. She had sent a letter, but the proper thing to do was to greet them and wish them well in person. All in due time, she smiled.

For now, she contented herself to observe the partygoers in the reception room, and perhaps scope out if an interaction was yet to be had.


Well here was someone close by to strike up a conversation with, "Good evening," They both wished her, admittedly they didn't know who she really was but a party like this should be used to make friends, right?

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Postby Alzatia » Mon Oct 02, 2023 9:29 pm

Prinsässi Veroniek vu Elsàss (Princess Veroniek of Alsatia)
Celeste vu Drachaschtäa


Among the flurry of royalty, nobility, government and industry representatives gathered in the convention hall ‒ which had been set up as a fancy ballroom, complete with a buffet and live music ‒ were two ladies who looked like they'd just stepped out of a fairytale book. A blond-haired princess in a frilly light pink dress and matching hair bow, along with her older lady-in-waiting in an elegant and mature green dress. And unless you were really well-versed in your knowledge of minor European kingdoms and principalities, you'd likely have no clue who they were: Princess Veroniek of Alsatia and her trusty loyal servant and right-hand woman, Celeste vu Drachaschtäa. For their realm was a landlocked rural backwater with little to no presence on the world stage, and in fact wasn't even an independent nation until quite recently ‒ for much of its history, Alsatia had been little more than a vassal state of the Holy Roman Empire, and then Spain following that. In addition, the previous monarchs, Prince Hinrich and Princess Yolande, were known for keeping to themselves and forbidding any entry or exit from the Principality. And even though Veroniek didn't share her predecessors' conservative views, she still wasn't very comfortable with traveling or meeting people, and couldn't speak any languages other than her native Alsatian, which greatly limited her options. However, she had managed to form an unexpected close friendship with Katarina II of Saalenia, despite their wildly different cultures, and the two princesses had visited each other not once, but twice. Perhaps this was the start of a new era for the formerly isolated Principality.

Neither Veroniek nor Celeste knew the Kyrenaian royal bride or groom on a personal level. However, and truth be told, the Princess wasn't one to pass up on an offer of free food, which was the main reason for her to attend this wedding (hopefully there'd be cake, which she was particularly fond of). And for the chance to meet new friends, of course ‒ though with her shy personality and lack of English understanding, that could prove to be a challenge. Thankfully, Celeste had a near-perfect command of the language due to having been educated in England, unlike Veroniek who never had any formal schooling. In addition, the two Alsatians were accompanied by another woman (Duchess Lone of Hammacker from the Principality of Teressien, who had arrived with them in the same carriage) who spoke German, with which their native tongue shared a great deal of similarities, and thus could carry on a conversation with reasonable ease, albeit like a modern English-speaker talking with somebody from Shakespeare's day: it would sound quite funny and old-fashioned, but you'd still be able to tell what they're saying.

"Say, these guys really do know how to put on a grand old ball," the Princess commented.

"Indeed, it is quite a marvelous spectacle," Celeste replied with a nod. She turned to the Duchess. "What do you think, your Highness?"

Meanwhile, Veroniek had already made a beeline for the buffet. "You know, I could use a little bite of something myself," Celeste continued, smiling. "Would your Highness care to join us?"
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Postby Kyrenaia » Tue Oct 03, 2023 6:49 am

Princess Aurelia bint-Damir.
Ballroom Etiquette around our parts dictated, that even at their own wedding, wedded people were only allowed to dance two dances together in direct succession, then they had to switch.
It was not as if there were no people wanting to swing a leg with the bride or the groom, mind you, but we had more things to do then 'only' to dance. Receive well-wishers, for instance.
So, after the opening dance, I'd later dance one with my Father and with Atif's Father, while he would take his Mother and my stepmother out, we returned to our assigned table – it was, of course, a rather central one, marked by the large bouquet, half a dozen Handmaidens ready to carry off gifts and a tray with drinks.
Water, of course.
The first people already stood at the ready, most notably...
“Grandmother.”, I greeted the Sultana of Kyrenaia, then grinned at my other Grandmother, Alaina Taistealaí of the Tribe of Louth, “Grandma.”
The old Innkeeper from Seabhcoir smiled and went for a hug. “My dear little filly...”, she whispered, “...I am grateful, that you found such happiness.” Grandma knew Atif for a while now, our first foreign trip into the Free Lands had led us to her House and the two had started off on the right foot. “Don't ever let anyone mar that.” She leaned in closer. “Least of all that old hag.”
The Sultana smiled. “Heard that, crone.”
Grandma laughed. As much as Atif and her were getting along, the Sultana of Kyrenaia and the Inn-Proprietor from a little town in the Free Lands had found a mutual agreement in each other.
Then, it was my Grandmother's turn. “You look beautiful, you two.”, she said, “Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Grandmother.”, I said, letting go of her hands in favour of the Sultana hugging my husband.
“I can only repeat, what my girl... sorry, my wife said, Sultana.”, Atif added, blushed, “Gods, that's going to take some getting used to...”
“Yeah, my husband.”, I said and took his hand, “But we'll have a lot of time getting used to it during the honeymoon.”
“Do you already have a destination?”, Grandma asked.
“I can neither confirm nor deny, that the fleet units sent to Argadnella Island were sent there because of us.”, I told her with a smile, “Uncle Ilia wants to make sure, that we are safe.”
“With the RKN so closeby, I do not doubt, that you'll be safe.”, Grandmother said and then hugged us both once more, “Oh, you two don't know, how happy I am!”
“We can imagine, Sultana.”, Atif said with a smile, “I presume, that we'll dance later tonight?”
“Oh, you presume right!”, Grandmother replied and smiled, “But before that, you two have other duties...”
“Yeah, and judging by the line, they call.”, I told her, kissed her on both cheeks, then Grandma. “We'll see each other later.”
And with another round of kisses, the two departed, making way for the next well-wishers.

New Visayan Islands wrote:Dr. Danielle I. Navarro-Gorre, PhD (Biochemistry) Agent Flatline, VIA
Malakiard Convention Center
October 1st, AD 2023
1423 Local Time

The ruminations of one Doctor Danielle Navarro-Gorre kept her focused as she saw the couples dance. Officially the Science Attaché for the Visayan Embassy to the Free Lands, she also served as the Chief of Station for Visayan Intelligence Agency operations within--in practice, alongside--the Free Lands. Her parent agency was having a grand time working on regular updates connected to the Irredentist War...and as luck would have it, the NewFils were consolidating inward as they started really losing ground. It was not all good news, though, as His Philippine Majesty's Armed Forces left carnage in their wake, despite what its news agencies have recently echoed. So much for not mistreating what those shitheels call "Their Lost Kin," she thought, as she saw the rest of the party seated. Commander Lobetos, the Military Attaché was to her left, dress blues and an officer's saber in lieu of the service pistol that would otherwise be part of the uniform. To her right was Balthazar Frieder, the Cultural Attaché, in a tuxedo, and to his right was Ambassador Herrera. The delegation from the Visayan Embassy to the Free Lands was present, alright, and perhaps before the night was over, backroom deals would be solidified...


Crown Prince Ilia ibn-Razia.
My niece's wedding... it has been a long time coming, it has not been without bends in the road, but at the end of the day, here we were. I'd congratulate them later, but right now, the Crown Prince of Kyrenaia had a mission.
I had recently retired from service with the RKN, ranked Vice Admiral, and as such, I was still permitted to wear the uniform: White shirt, black tie, black jacket above it, with red cuffs and epaulettes. I had forgone the thick, heavy and fur-lined red overcoat, with 1.81 metres, I was a tall and imposing enough figure as it was. Heavy boots and a sabre at my side completed the look.
Black hair, blue eyes, of course the olive skin so typical for Kyrenaia...
...my companion, officially listed as my 'It's complicated' Felicia Tasarabat was almost the total polar opposite. Proud member of the Selkie-Community in the Sultanate, Pinkette, blue eyes, a trained and professional sworddancer and fencer, former Tribute-Stock and Aurelia's best friend from the HGA – yes, Felicia had all reasons to be here. And by my side.
She wore a Geansai, in the colours of the Tribe of Conn – technically her Tribe, even if it was one of the Lost Tribes. She still wore the fish leather with pride: A halterneck bikni-esque holder (which had quite a lot to hold, lemme tell ya), bare midriff and a skirt of fish leather. She had foregone the vambrace, which, depending on which arm it was on, showed the martial status, mainly because she was as unsure as I was.
And, arm in arm, we approached the small group of four people at one of the tables.
The New Visayan Islands were at war. Their neighbour, the Kingdom of New Luzon, had attacked them, trying to reconquer their 'lost kin', as the propaganda said. The Selkie, close friends and partners of ours, were bound to support the NVI via the Strategic and Economic Alliance, an alliance of nations aimed at mutual defense and establishment of a shared market, nothing more, nothing less.
Kyrenaia wanted into that. And the Sultanate did not like other people committing aggressions against their peaceful neighbours.
So, we had gotten to work. Granted, Naval Intelligence had done most of the heavy lifting, directing quite a few smaller tidbits via SDF Naval Intelligence, but there was more we could and, the Gods willing, would do.
This wedding was one example: Yes, it was to celebrate the union between two lovers, sure, that was its primary purpose, but all over Malakiard, there were donation boxes, collecting money for Visayan refugee children. Quite a lot of the people, who'd normally spent the money on more or less lavish wedding gifts, had taken that money and donated it to similar causes.
And, of course, my approach.
“Ambassador Herrera.”, I spoke as I approached with Felicia, who was well-informed, “It is a pleasure to meet you – and the remaining delegation. Commander Lobetos.” I bowed politely. “I must say, Felicia has spoken in the highest tones of you and your people... And so did Naval Intelligence.” I smiled. “I hope, that my niece's wedding was nice?”

AHSCA wrote:The Villa Sisters

Her Majesty the Duchess Marcella Villa, Her Majesty Princess Gisella Villa. It'd been a long time since either were in Utica and well they probably both quietly wished they could be back here under slightly nicer circumstances. Well long story short, Marcella being forced to break it off with Aurelia letting her temper get the best of her sparked a big problem and now the former lover was getting married, to someone else. Well it is what it is, that's life. Being shot back in April put things into perspective for Marcella to not let it bother her, not that it didn't worry Gisella. The early part of the day as the girls prepared themselves for the ceremony, "Gisella, you've been staring at me all morning, what's with you?"

"Sorry. You look nice is all, sis."

"Come on, I know you're thinking I'm going to make an ass of myself again."

"I'm not thinking that. I just think how odd it must be after everything that's happened."

"Getting shot...Life is short...Gotta appreciate....Yada yada yada." Marcella sighed, "Forget the speech I've said a dozen times by now, you sound like Noir."

"At the very least we should have brought Lady Asuna along."

"You know how the Kyrenians feel about bodyguards and security details. The one who shot me was just a mentally ill young man, I'm not in any danger."

"I don't think you are, just more extra support you know."

"I'm fine. I'll give my well wishes and that'll be that. But forget me." Her tone changed from slight annoyance to that of an older sibling teasing her little sister. "A birdy tells me a certain young Prince is looking forward to seeing you."

Gisella blushed "I....I well I am looking forward to seeing Prince Mahmut."

"Forget looking forward, I know you two were going back and forth while I was down for the count. Maybe there's something in the air for you." She reached over and poked her sister's cheek

"We'll see I suppose." Gisella replied sheepishly.

"Hehehe well maybe so."

They were summoned shortly after letting them know their carriage awaited them "Lovely, the Kyrenaians know how to go in style" Gisella nodded as the door opened well speak of the devil there he was "Oh, Your Grace." Gisella said with surprise and the glowing blush of her cheeks. Not just the makeup that made her cheeks rosy red as much the sight of the handsome prince. Marcella just felt a bit awkward, she'd be more than happy to give them some alone time but uh well she didn't think carriage hopping would be appropriate and she sure couldn't ride solo. "Young Sire, good to see you on such a happy occasion" Marcella greeted and nudged Gisella to do the same, crushes or no crushes best not forget their manners (again). "Yes, Your Grace it's good to see you again." Gisella said as she took the seat inside. From there it was a pleasant chat between the three. The banners in Esperanto made them both giggle a little. Strictly speaking, their native was Auroran but Esperanto was still a language of the islands both were fluent in, so it still worked just fine. Now the reception, the true final dungeon! Wait that's not right! Really Marcella was fine, tough to see her first true love slip from her grasp but that is life. Her mother echoed similar stories to her and look what happened there, Marcella and Gisella were born because the former Duchess didn't get down and out and was able to find a new love so Marcella could too, someday.

"Your Grace," Marcella said to the Prince, "surely you have no issue taking time to be my darling younger sister's escort, I'm sure she'll have more fun with you than hanging off my arm all night. At least for a while. As such you need me, I'll be around, I won't wander to far." she gave a small wink and a pat to Gisella's back and took the time to scan the room get a feel of the other guests here. Noir did offer to let their new Director of Intelligence join them under the guise of a Foreign Office attache to keep tabs on things going on and just be in general a information center of who's who. Marcella ultimately declined the offer, it was probably best to just be her and her sister for this. Well for now Marcella just took time to soak in the general atmosphere. Kyrenaia always a lovely country no matter what, from the people to the architecture.

Gisella giggled when Marcella left them "I suppose you know my sister how she is." She said to Prince Mahmut. "I never really got a chance to thank you for your letters back in April."


Prince Mahmut ibn-Idris.
I smiled.
The whole day... well, I had gotten to ride in Marcella's and, more importantly, Gisella's carriage and my Personal Handmaiden and a few others, who I had totally not bribed to stand with their banner, had performed splendidly. It had been a blur.
And, for a short moment, I had been able to fantasize: Me and Gisella, up front at the altar.
I liked her.
I liked her a lot.
She did not seem to be too opposed to the mere idea either.
Marcella left us, a woman, who I held in high regard – yes, she did kind-of screw up with the Sultana, that was true, but she had her heart in the right place, which was a good start. And to be honest, I could not blame her for her outburst.
Gisella, though...
“I suppose you know my sister how she is.”, she said, “I never really got a chance to thank you for your letters back in April.”
I nodded. “Although the circumstances were... difficult, to say the least, I am glad to hear, that they reached you.”, I said with a small bow. Internally, I was cheering, as I offered her my arm to link. “How have you been since then?”

Ada Guzele.
“Ah, Herzogin Marcella.”, I said as I approached the woman in question, “Exactly the person I was looking for.”
As the Chancellor of Ridderli, I was not the highest diplomatic representative of the Republic here, quite on the contrary: My boss and President, Falk Schleckliflade, was around here somewhere with his granddaughter, philandering around.
But I, as Chancellor, had a job to do, which only women of my stature could do. Granted, I was not too much to look at, a brunette, green eyed woman closer to fifty then she was comfortable with, but I'd like to think, that in my red, sleeveless cocktail dress, I did cut quite a nice figure.
For a mother of two, at least.
Either way, I approached the beautiful Islander Duchess and smiled.
“How wonderful it is to finally meet you – Ada Guzele, Chancellor of Ridderli. How do you do?”, I asked and offered my hand for a shake.

Astares Amauricanum wrote:Keisaer Adrean Blachkor

If the weather in Malakiard was surely hot for the beggining of October, my eyes would surely not be dry today, as would be the ones of my friends.
When we had received the wedding invitations a few weeks back, we had already anticipated Aurelia and Atif's requests they made back in April when we had congratulated them. The horses of the whole Phantom Squadron had been checked, vaccines, health tests, the whole nine yards.
And after asking for a small favor to the Kyrenaians to bring all our friends along, they agreed, especially considering we offered to help in any way we could for the ceremony.
And that's how Operation Archer Wedding began.

While only me, Anna, Pavel, Alicia, Phillip, Catherine, Yuri and Patricia would be considered guests, with the right to participate in the ceremony and reception, all our other friends would have their hands full. Patrick and Alexandra, alongside their squads, would be cooking, James and John would be flying medevac choppers, others would be driving fire engines to spray water on the crowds,, and let's not forget Thomas and Ophelia acting as liaisons to the Kyrenaians, as well as Robert and Kathleen acting in the same capacity alongside General Crixus Oliunoir.
Speaking of those latter two, they had been chosen to lead our escort from the Royal Tent City.

And that's what we did this morning, riding to the Temple, six kilometers in the heat, our FerJarningurs feeling a bit heavy, especially the cloaks with fur linings at the top. And that's not even talking about the armor of our friends. But we had seen worse, so we managed.
Once the vows had been exchanged, amidst tears of joy, Anna, me and our six friends present had cheered very loudly, the only similar moments I could think of being our own weddings back in 2010. What a joy, and even doubled by the fact that beforehand, Damir had agreed to hand us the photos of the Selkie wedding which had happened earlier at dawn today.
A small thing to note, is that unlike any other guests, we were not given earpieces, as we already had our own. Indeed, as leaders of our Squadron, and with our friends with us, Anna and me had asked for regular situation reports to be done by our liaison officers, so we had switch back and forth between the channel by Sarina, and our own frequencies from time to time.
And also, we had all been surprised by the young Adil Kayin, which we rescued back in January, welcoming us alongside Damir. We'd have to ask the bride for that.

But now, after the small lunch break, and in the environment of the Malakiard Convention Center, we could take a rest, and enjoy the festivities.
Having checked the Astarian buffet quickly when we arrived, I congratulated Patrick and Alexandra by radio on a job well done. No doubt Astarian cuisine would shine today, alongside others.

And so, as I now spin on the dancefloor to the sound of a beautiful Kyrenaian ballad, Anna in my arms, I don't care for anything but two things: the moment of joy for Atif and Aurelia, and my wife.

"Finally united. I'm so happy for them." whispers Anna, her arms around my neck, my hads on her waist.

"Me too. Reminds me of our first dance as an official couple." I reply with a small chuckle. "I was breathing pretty loundly back then, no?" I remember with a small chuckle, referring to the bullet wound in my right lung which had me fall in a coma, only to wake up to Anna admitting her feelings to me, and me to her.

"Indeed, but I'm glad how it turned to be in the end." answers Anna with a small laugh too, before closing the distance, our lips a nose length apart. "I love you Adrean."

"I love you too Anna. Forever and always." I reply, before kissing her softly, not with tongue, but with a lot of passion...


Amy Curadh of the Tribe of Wicklow.
A lot of familiar faces, but two in particular stood out: The Astarian Emperor and Empress.
How did I come to know them? Well, earlier this year, when Princess Aurelia met the two of them, the Sultana invited them for tea a short time later, right when she had been on her personal yacht, the Rashiq. As the Rashiq had been in exercises with a small detachment of the SDF-Navy, led by me, and the RKN, led by Admiral Lahia, I had been invited for tea...
...right when they had been there.
And so it came, that I, Vice Admiral and head of Fleet Command, knew the Astarian Emperor and Empress. And, as she had accompanied me as my aide-de-camp, so did Leading Ensign Cúraim.
Of course, the sprightly young woman cut a better figure, she was, after all, more then four decades younger, but I'd like to think, that I, as a matured woman and dressed in blue dress, was also quite the looker.
With Leading Ensign Cúraim at my side, I waited until the Astarians had left the dance floor and intercepted them.
“Emperor Adrean, Empress Anna – one of these days, we have to meet in the Free Lands.”, I said and placed my hand over my heart before bowing my head, the Ensign following suit, rose and then offered my hand for a shake, “Maybe not for a wedding, but I am sure, that we can find an opportunity.”

Phibeta wrote:Enroute to the Malakiard Convention Center. October 1, 2023

That was certainly unexpected. In the many years of Queen Diane’s reign, and to extent her life, she has never seen a young child just running out to her cavalcade, fortunately no one got hurt, not even the child. Such things to occur earlier in the day as she and her family have traveled to Kyrenaia to attend a wedding. This was the first/second time Queen Diane went out of the kingdom since the birth of her son. He’s at home being cared for by the nanny.

When the letter of invitation to the Wedding of Princess Aurelia and
Mr. Qalb came to Kensington Palace, it was an immediate approval, as it would co-inside with the parliament opening ceremony next week, a little holiday before heading back to work after all. It was especially exciting for young Princess Olivia, the eldest daughter of the queen, as she was one of Princess Aurelia’s penpals after chatting up on social media, as many young royals often met. This would be the first time they would be meeting in person. They traveled aboard their own personal yacht, The Royal Yacht Phitannia. And this is where they are now, Queen Diane, her husband Prince Walter, the Duke of Korngold, their daughter Princess Olivia, the Princess of Dolfine and the Duchess of Klinwind, and the odd man out…

“Damn these peasants. Trying to disrupt our ride to the wedding” said a disgruntled gentleman, dressed in his royal military outfit, the full-ceremonial day dress of the Royal Navy. Thie gentleman is Prince Alfred, Duke of Willmington, a very mysterious yet tempermental royal who has often been sighted with nationalists, especially a rich shipping tycoon named Leonardo Torrance of the Anglica Maritime Navigation Company. He's a very nonsensical and highly nationalist sympathizer that does not often travel to events like this. “These brats should be taught a lesson”. No one knows why he decided to tag along if he hated traveling to places he did not wish to go. But something must be cooking with him, as he heard the sultana will be there, and his favorite party nominated her for a knighthood which he also heard she declined.

‘Now, now dear brother” Queen Diane said, herself wearing a uniform that takes tradition from the Phibetan Midlands. Plaid bonnet and kilt, with a red jacket and white frilly blouse. “She is just a child. She means no harm, it looked like she wanted to see the horses up-close”.

“That’s what the sidewalk is for” he refuted. “Places for urchins and peasants can take a nice look at us aristocrats”.

“That is a very unwise thing to think” said the prince consort, sitting next to Diane, Prince Walter. He wears his ceremonial Phibetan Army uniform. “That kind of thinking sent several crowns into a deep fall. You watch that Nationalist mouth of yours”.

“My mouth is what I choose it to be. And how dare you insult the Nationalist party. They are good group of lads who just want a strong empire”.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just leave the idea of empire be. It’s dead”.

“Not with that attitude” he smirks to himself.

“Uncle Alfred” The daughter, Princess Olivia asked, sitting next to her uncle, wearing a simple yet elegant crimson dress. “If you don’t want to be here, why did you ask to come?”

“I just want to speak with the sultana, see if I can get her to accept the knighthood. After all, we share a commonality of a pure disdain for that Island State’s primitiveness”.

“I don’t think that was the issue with the whole, Kyrenaian-AHSCA fallout. And you know that AHSCA is a very close ally of ours” Queen Diane.

“But it is a sentiment I share”. The carriage was silent again because of how awkward Prince Alfred is. But a conversation does pick up again.

“So, Olivia dear. Are you excited to meet your penpal for the first time?” Queen Diane asked.

“Very much so mother” she replied happily. “We talk all the time through letters. I am very happy for her”.

“I think she is a few years older too” Prince Walter chimes in. “Never too late to think about marriage dear”.

“If you want to of course”. Without anymore hitches they arrived at the convention center for the reception. The wedding ceremony took place earlier in the day. Beside Alfred being bored out of his wits, the family behaved themselves respectfully. The luncheon went smooth too. But at long last, the reception. It was absolutely grand, perhaps grander than the royal balls the family usually holds in Kensington Palace, or Brisker Castle. Princess Olivia holds a gift for the newlyweds, a golden pocket watch engraved with the names of the two. Diamond encrusted inside, and two small portraits of the two on the inside, done by the royal portrait painter based on the few pictures from newspapers.

“It’s not too shabby. Could be better” Alfred says bluntly.

“That’s quite enough brother” Queen Diane scolded. It was time to meet and greet several of their friends and allies. Let’s just hope Prince Alfred doesn’t do anything stupid.


Isbert, Fürst von Biberbach.
My wife was one of Prince Damir's unrecognized bastards.
You could see it in her golden eyes.
That made her a half-sister to the Bride.
And, even before they and I got informed by a very sheepish Prince Damir, the two had become fast friends. As such, it had come as no surprise to be invited to this wedding, and while Aurelia had offered us, as close friends, to bring our own horseman escort, we had to decline.
Biberbach wasn't really known for its cavalry.
So, she had asked her former school to provide us with some – the HGA Horseman Team had happily obliged, some of the girls even taught us how to ride horses. And it had been a lot of fun.
But, right now, that was not on our minds, quite on the contrary.
We would congratulate later, maybe even swap partners for a dance, but right now, the diplomatic part of this wedding was more pressing: Biberbach, a small tropical principality, was rich in Laterite, a certain type of soil, which contained a lot of iron and, most valuably, bauxite (plus a few rare earths, but that was another story).
We exported aluminium, we exported steel, we exported high-end calcium-aluminate cements, which, while unsuited for general construction, were quite sought-after in other construction areas.
And we needed customers.
Enter Phibeta.
Their slight issues with their nationalist party notwithstanding, Phibeta was a large country, powerful economically and thus, quite likely, always looking for new trade partners.
Sure, we had already asked around in our general area, to some extend, because selling everything to one customer made us dependant on that customer – and nothing sucked more.
I, my wife on my arm, I approached the Phibetan delegation, led by none other then Queen Diane.
I cleared my throat at the appropriate distance, bowed my head, then stepped closer.
“Queen Diane.”, I bowed, my wife curtsied, “It is a pleasure to meet you on this lovely day. And, of course, it is a pleasure to meet you, Herzog Walter, as well as your lovely daughter Prinzessin Olivia.” I let a beat pass, ignoring Alfred more or less on purpose. He was unimportant to the diplomacy. “I am Isbert, Fürst von Biberbach, my lovely wife, Lioba.”
“It is an honour, Your Majesties.”, she said and curtsied once more, then took over: “I hope, that you liked your time in Kyrenaia so far?”

Alzatia wrote:Prinsässi Veroniek vu Elsàss (Princess Veroniek of Alsatia)
Celeste vu Drachaschtäa


Among the flurry of royalty, nobility, government and industry representatives gathered in the convention hall ‒ which had been set up as a fancy ballroom, complete with a buffet and live music ‒ were two ladies who looked like they'd just stepped out of a fairytale book. A blond-haired princess in a frilly light pink dress and matching hair bow, along with her older lady-in-waiting in an elegant and mature green dress. And unless you were really well-versed in your knowledge of minor European kingdoms and principalities, you'd likely have no clue who they were: Princess Veroniek of Alsatia and her trusty loyal servant and right-hand woman, Celeste vu Drachaschtäa. For their realm was a landlocked rural backwater with little to no presence on the world stage, and in fact wasn't even an independent nation until quite recently ‒ for much of its history, Alsatia had been little more than a vassal state of the Holy Roman Empire, and then Spain following that. In addition, the previous monarchs, Prince Hinrich and Princess Yolande, were known for keeping to themselves and forbidding any entry or exit from the Principality. And even though Veroniek didn't share her predecessors' conservative views, she still wasn't very comfortable with traveling or meeting people, and couldn't speak any languages other than her native Alsatian, which greatly limited her options. However, she had managed to form an unexpected close friendship with Katarina II of Saalenia, despite their wildly different cultures, and the two princesses had visited each other not once, but twice. Perhaps this was the start of a new era for the formerly isolated Principality.

Neither Veroniek nor Celeste knew the Kyrenaian royal bride or groom on a personal level. However, and truth be told, the Princess wasn't one to pass up on an offer of free food, which was the main reason for her to attend this wedding (hopefully there'd be cake, which she was particularly fond of). And for the chance to meet new friends, of course ‒ though with her shy personality and lack of English understanding, that could prove to be a challenge. Thankfully, Celeste had a near-perfect command of the language due to having been educated in England, unlike Veroniek who never had any formal schooling. In addition, the two Alsatians were accompanied by another woman (Duchess Lone of Hammacker from the Principality of Teressien, who had arrived with them in the same carriage) who spoke German, with which their native tongue shared a great deal of similarities, and thus could carry on a conversation with reasonable ease, albeit like a modern English-speaker talking with somebody from Shakespeare's day: it would sound quite funny and old-fashioned, but you'd still be able to tell what they're saying.

"Say, these guys really do know how to put on a grand old ball," the Princess commented.

"Indeed, it is quite a marvelous spectacle," Celeste replied with a nod. She turned to the Duchess. "What do you think, your Highness?"

Meanwhile, Veroniek had already made a beeline for the buffet. "You know, I could use a little bite of something myself," Celeste continued, smiling. "Would your Highness care to join us?"


Lone von Hammacker.
Veroniek and her accent were not bothersome – quite on the contrary, I found them quite endearing.
Teressian, much like Alsatian, shared a lot with German, so it was not that hard to understand one another, once one got the hang of it.
During the carriage ride, I had managed that.
Now, we stood together at the reception and the most important topic came up: Food.
With the buffet-tables laden as they were, I did not think, that it would be hard to find more variations of cake then one could count, including lemon tart (Princess Marla had been quite insistent on that), but also so many others...
Of course I will join you.”, I replied to Veroniek's question in German, speaking clearer then my Hammackerer Akzent usually permitted, then turned to Celeste, still speaking German: “This one is tame by Kyrenaian standards. This is not the first time I've been at balls in the Sultanate, and lemme tell you, when the Sultana invites...” I smiled. “...let's just say, that the Palace of the Azure Hall is quite more magnificent.
The buffet-tables were filled with the dishes of a dozen cuisines, including, but not limited to, a variety of cakes – including...
Butterkuchen!”, I said with a cheer, spotting the sheet cake with the sugar-cinnamon mixture and almond flakes on top. Screw the Strudel, screw the Hochheyder Tart, screw Krapferl, screw the Laiwasserwelle, screw the Diplomatentorte or the Gugelhupf (all of which were present, by the way), the Butterkuchen, especially with almond flakes, that was my jam. I took a piece and a fork, smiled at Veroniek and told her, quite unnecessarily: “My favourite.
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Postby Legatia » Tue Oct 03, 2023 6:52 am


SULTANATE OF KYRENAIA
Maliakard Convention Center, Maliakard, Khanate of Khond
10:12 PM, 1 October 2023



To her surprise, it didn't take quite long for the conversation to instead come to her. Two royals- given, ones she wasn't familiar with, nor they her.

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Chiara Marchetti
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Malakiard Convention Center- Maliakard, Khond, Kyrenaia
"Ah, good evening to you both."

Chiara turned with a gentle smile and offered a subtle, gentle curtsy as she got her first good look at the both of them. They were about her age, she believed?

"Quite the wondrous occasion we've chanced to see. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Chiara Marchetti, my family operates a prominent shipbuilding industry in West Alexandria in the Federal Republic of Meridon. I take it the two of you are nobility or royalty of some pedigree? I hope you'll forgive my ignorance, we don't have any such systems back in my home country and few people keep up-to-date with those goings on. Might I ask for both of your names?"

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Postby Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries » Tue Oct 03, 2023 7:40 am

"Ah, feels great to be back in a hot reigion. Reminds me of my time in Iraq... Auf Wiedersehen, Kutscher!" shouted Karl, getting out of his carriage, waving to the coachman as he drove off. His Generation 1 Officer's two-purpose uniform was, the name, two purpose. It was both breathable and kept warm. His figure, towering at 6'2, was intimidating, but not quite personality wise. Growing up in the Glasburgian gentry, had shaped him into a soft spoken man. He approaches a group of people, also at the wedding.
"Excuse me, I have never been to a proper wedding before, I suppose I treat this like any other diplomatic event? Ja?" He chuckles nervously.
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Postby Krainin » Tue Oct 03, 2023 11:42 am

Samudera Darussalam wrote:Prince Muhammad Jayanegara

Aside from polite greetings and small chitchats he made with people that he made on the way to Malakiard Convention Center, the second-in-line-to-the throne keeps on silent while observing the area around him. Truth to be told, Muhammad feels a little…overwhelmed. When he was only a shy few years away from being a teenager, his country suddenly decided to step up its activities on the world stage, and ever since then it has been a little blur. Mangkubumis come and went, making dealings with foreign countries that Muhammad himself sometimes forget that his country even has any relationship with had the lessons on geopolitics imprinted on the Prince's mind didn’t constantly remind him about it. Not that the royal family, or the King himself-his stoic grandfather, bless his old soul and may God gives him plenty of health-is ever involved in politics ever since he can remember, but they still have their own roles to play. Their dues to pay.

Back then, it was mainly his mother, the Crown Princess, and his father, or even his uncle and aunt who are busying themselves and giving time for the children of the main royal family to be children. Now, with his position in the succession line being confirmed, and with him having finished his college, it’s time for him to step up on his palate. It’s not that this is the first time he had been sent on duty overseas to make new relations or to contribute to the deepening of ties that his country already had, but Mandalanusa is starkly different from Kyrenia. First, it was hot and dry in the way his country or most of its neighbouring nations are not. Second, they seem to love making impressions on guests with their…extravagant celebrations, contrasting it with how the Samuderan Royal Family recently tend to celebrate their own official ceremonies without much fanfare. This festivity ought to be something that his little sister Faradina or his cousins the Twins would enjoy the spectacle of, he is sure of it. Muhammad smiled to himself as he clapped along with the other guests when the new couple, bless them, being officiated back at the temple. The Prince would obviously have many stories to tell his little siblings when he is back home.

Back to the present in the reception party, Muhammad continued to keep to himself as he walked among the crowd to where the buffet is located, having stopped watching the couple dance after a while. Looking at them made him feels lonely, so he decided to go somewhere else. Near the buffet table, the Prince pondered on the various type of cuisines presented before him, Kyrenian and Selkie and Astarian and….other food from another countries? Muhammad decided that time to marvel at these delicacies would need to come later as he made his way to the other guests would likely be situated. Perhaps at the bar? Muhammad thought to himself as he walked to the bar and asked for a drink. He is not pious, but having alcohol doesn’t feel right for now, especially since the reception has just gotten started not too long ago. Having received his non-alcoholic drink, the Prince took a seat at an unoccupied area at the other side of the bar and looked at his surrounding, his gaze fell on a nervous-looking lady with brown hair nearby and the young man started to feel sympathy and solidarity rising in him before Muhammad schooled his expression back to a neutral albeit friendlier one. From what he remembered from the introduction, she seemed to be Queen Emilia of Jegrar from the Krainin Isles. He sipped his drink and watched as she walked to a group of people by the bar and coughed to get the group’s attention before asking one of them for a dance. Muhammad decided to finish his drink, and got up from his seat to approach the Grand Princess to show his solidarity since he also feels a little overwhelmed and probably…. also out of his elements. With a small smile, the Prince made a thoughtful expression on his face as he walked to the nervous-looking lady, being careful so as to not surprising her from behind with both of his hands placed behind his back after adjusting his slightly disheveled tie back to its proper, neat look.

“Your Highness,” Muhammad’s voice, a light baritone lilted as he tried to get the Grand Princess’s attention. “Pardon my intrusion, but I can’t help but overheard your request. Have you found a partner to dance?”


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Emilia jumps at the voice behind her and turns around to see a well dressed young man. She catches her breath. "Oh, um, hello. You're Prince Muhammad Jayanegara, right? I'm Queen Emilia of Jegrar, one of the semi-autonomous kingdoms within The Isles." Emilia and Muhammad shakes hands.

"We don't have to dance if you don't want to. It was just an idea that popped in my head, so I wouldn't be sitting back doing nothing the entire time. In fact, I'm not really that good of a dancer, so I'll probably just end up embarrassing myself. And, uhh..." Emilia trials off. She brings up her arm and rubs the back of her neck.

"I'm rambling, aren't I?" She let's out a sigh. "Sorry, I start to ramble when I get nervous. This is my first time representing Jegrar as 'independent' from The Isles as a whole. It's a decent amount of stress put on my shoulders. Alexis is usually the one to represent the four kingdoms internationally, but she's been to busy recently to go everywhere. She trusted me with coming to this wedding and... oh, shoot. I'm rambling again. Sorry, I'll shut up." Emilia sighs and looks at her feet, clasping her hands in front of her.
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Postby The Frozen Forest » Tue Oct 03, 2023 12:39 pm

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A wedding? Drinks for all!

The Princess looked out over the dance hall with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. The ceremony had been about what she had expected; a couple that loved each other surrounded by foreign leaders, diplomats, professional suck-ups and maybe a few friends and family. What the princess wasn't prepared for was the magnitude of everything; the size of the venue, the parade, the expert piloting that had resulted in hundreds, thousands of rose petals raining down; if nothing else it was a potent display of power considering the difficulty to coordinate so many people and resources. The idea that she could one day command similar power, that she could create such a spectacle for her own pleasure was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Princess Sigrid of The Frozen Forest reached up to brush off a stray petal that had landed nonchalantly on her shoulder. Briefly the Princess adjusted her green velvet silk dress, pulling at the corners to straighten it out. Across her flanks ran snowflake patterns decorated in shiny silver embroidery, traveling briefly towards her bosom and ending at her belly; across her chest stood proudly the silver lynx of House Bjork atop whose head a gold crown rested. Resting above the Princess' chest swung a sparkling gold necklace with inlaid emerald core that caught the light and drew attention; from her ears rested two similar emerald earrings, highlighting her gentle girlish smile upon which carefully applied makeup reddened her delicate, soft lips.

Sigrid was ever the picture of a youthful young debutante (which as a matter of fact, she was!). Sigrid was 16 years old and if she had remained a commoner would likely be spending her time in school or having her first heartbreaks with boys her own age; but Sigrid wasn't a commoner. At 16 years old Sigrid was expected to take a husband or have her match arranged against her will; that was the lot afforded to her with the vast increase in station, one that she dreaded. What if she made the wrong choice when the time came?

Sigrid took a deep breath and stepped towards the dance floor. The lucky couple swung along happily, as did dozens of other couples in tandem. Something about the sight was nostalgic, as though she'd seen it dozens of other times in her own country-which in fact she had. In the past she had crawled into the vents or hid under tables to avoid the sweating mess of feet and clumsy bodies. Sigrid''s body tingled with electricity as she dared herself to step on and dance, but something rooted her in place only long enough for a voice to startle her.

"Might I have the pleasure of a dance?" His hair was neatly combed and shiny with pomade and his smile was white and welcoming. Blue eyes looked down at Sigrid and she could hardly suppress her delight as the words "Yes!" poured out of her creeping smile; his hand quickly found hers and she felt herself taken lightly onto the dance floor. He took Sigrid's hand gently with one hand and placed his other at her waist in a style of ballroom dance that she was familiar. Sigrid suddenly felt herself thanking her tutor for the rigorous lessons and corrections as she felt herself swept along as if in a dream.

As they swung along Sigrid's eyes traveled. The handsome young man wore a dark blue suit embroidered with tasteful black baroque patterns and a few motifs of foxes and rabbits; around his neck he wore a necklace with a maltese-like cross symbol that looked familiar that Sigrid couldn't place. In fact the man himself looked very, very familiar to Sigrid and for a second as they swung along she couldn't help but wonder where she knew him. All too early for the incoming spin that ripped the thought away as Sigrid melted into it.

"You look very beautiful, er-that is to say your dress and all...It compliments you very well!" The man's cheeks flushed briefly as he regained his composure; Sigrid felt her cheeks burning as she shot back "You look very fine as well...in your suit I mean!" The man chuckled embarrassed and nodded at the compliment. "My name is Hans, what's yours?"

The two stepped into another spin and close together, close enough for Hans to smell Sigrid's sugary sweet perfume; it was intoxicating, like freshly baked cookies on a winters day. Hans looked into Sigrid's eyes and felt his heart skip a beat. "My name is Sigrid, I'm here on behalf of King Iv-WOAH!" Sigrid felt herself slip as her trained steps faltered. Sigrid's body hurtled towards the floor to the left and she watched it race forwards to meet her...

...And then nothing but a weight on her arm and then her back as Hans hauled her back to her feet. Embarrassment washed over her and she buried her face in her hands. "Oh! It's okay, everyone makes mistakes. It was my fault really; anyways I should probably introduce myself properly" Hans bowed deep "Prince Hans of The Kingdom of Waldflachen. I'm representing my father Ulric, Ulric III technically."

Hans noticed Sigrid tense up. That's odd, did I say something that offended her? "Is everything okay my lady?" Confusion washed over the young Prince as Sigrid stood straight, her hands coming away to reveal fury layered beneath.

Sigrid felt herself burning up from the inside and she didn't quite know why. Embarrassment turned to shame and then something else as Hans connected the last piece of the puzzle building in her head. Ivan had warned her about this, and so had the captain of the guard and the dossier she had been reading on the long trip across the sea. She had seen his face before, though never so clearly-she had heard his name before. Sigrid couldn't believe how stupid she was!

"Thank you for the dance but I have to excuse myself" the words came through gritted teeth as the young Princess stalked away, leaving Hans confused as to what exactly had just happened. From a distance another pair of eyes watched, intrigued and pleased with current events.

Before long Sigrid found herself at the buffet table and within smelling distance of a very, very familiar lemony treat. As her nose carried her anger away, she considered the implications of what she'd done. If anyone had seen or worse, recorded what had just happened, it would be a scandal for certain. King Ivan would be furious no doubt, but she dreaded to think what the other women in court would think, including her newly acquired friends.
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Postby Astares Amauricanum » Tue Oct 03, 2023 1:42 pm

Amy Curadh of the Tribe of Wicklow.
A lot of familiar faces, but two in particular stood out: The Astarian Emperor and Empress.
How did I come to know them? Well, earlier this year, when Princess Aurelia met the two of them, the Sultana invited them for tea a short time later, right when she had been on her personal yacht, the Rashiq. As the Rashiq had been in exercises with a small detachment of the SDF-Navy, led by me, and the RKN, led by Admiral Lahia, I had been invited for tea...
...right when they had been there.
And so it came, that I, Vice Admiral and head of Fleet Command, knew the Astarian Emperor and Empress. And, as she had accompanied me as my aide-de-camp, so did Leading Ensign Cúraim.
Of course, the sprightly young woman cut a better figure, she was, after all, more then four decades younger, but I'd like to think, that I, as a matured woman and dressed in blue dress, was also quite the looker.
With Leading Ensign Cúraim at my side, I waited until the Astarians had left the dance floor and intercepted them.
“Emperor Adrean, Empress Anna – one of these days, we have to meet in the Free Lands.”, I said and placed my hand over my heart before bowing my head, the Ensign following suit, rose and then offered my hand for a shake, “Maybe not for a wedding, but I am sure, that we can find an opportunity.”


Keisaer Adrean Blachkor

After this loving dance, I left the dancefloor with Anna, only to run in with a familiar face, and a nice one at that.

"Admiral Curadh! Long time no see! Good to see you again." I reply enthusiastically as I salute her first with Anna, our hands to our foreheads, before we firmly shake hands with her. We also smile and greet her Ensign
"Indeed, it's great to see you here." continues Anna. "And we can't wait too to meet you in the Free Lands."

Before we can continue however, I spot my friends moving to various people around the room.

"Remember what we talked about with the Sultana back in January Admiral?" I ask in a whisper with a small smirk. "Seems like our friends will be working on establishing good relations today." I add with a small laugh.
"Anyway, how is the SDF Navy doing?"

Arving Magnam Stoher Pavel Morozov

Adrean was right, today would be a first step in the psyop he and Anna had talked back in January with the Sultana, to win good points with the Kyrenaians favorable to us.
And that's why, as our Imperial Couple had left us with the choice of people to greet today, Alicia and me had set our sights on the Former Grand Vizier, Mahmut al-Zahir. A very wise old man as his legend goes.

And that's how Alicia and me end up approaching him, warm smile on our faces.

"Good afternoon, Grand Vizier al-Zahir." I say with a hand over my heart, like Alicia, as I bow lightly to him. "Arving Magnam Stoher Pavel Morozov, or Grand Duke Heir if translated literally. My wife Alicia."

"Good afternoon Grand Vizier, it's an honor to meet you." adds Alicia with a sincere smile as well. "Princess Aurelia spoke very highly of you."

Arving Magnam Stoher Phillip Smetov

Just like Pavel, Catherine and I had chosen freely the people we would introduce ourselves to today. And the winner is... Idris Ilkhan and his wife Amina, the parents of Prince Mahmut ibn-Idris.
Since the young Prince is currently occupied with Princess Gisella (I won't lie, it feels great to see Marcella and her sister being welcomed here, especially after all the shit that happened back in 2021), we'll get to know his parents directly. And from the info we have on the two, I know that Catherine is curious to hear about the Ilkhana's cervical cancer, and how she is still alive today. But we'll have to wait and see if the conversation goes well first.

"Good afternoon, Idris-Ilkhan, Amina-Ilkhana." I start, bowing lightly with a hand over my heart alongside Catherine. "Arving Magnam Stoher Phillip Smetov, my wife Catherine. We hope the day has been enjoyable so far?"

Arving Earlakna Yuri Petrenko

And finally, us. Yuri and Patricia. Although this time, not an unknown couple like our friends. Princess Fara-bint Dardan and her boyfriend, now Captain Abbas Shaabaltay. The two had been part of the Kyrenaian state visit to the Imperium back in 2020, and according to the Sultana herself, she remembers it fondly. Time to capitalise on this.

"Good afternoon Princess Fara, Captain Shaabaltay." says Patricia with a warm smile when we approach the couple as they exit the dancefloor. "Yuri and Patricia Petrenko. Long time no see. It's good to see you two together, especially today."

"Indeed." I add. "Congratulations on your promotion to Captain, and your nomination as Beyeha." I say to the couple. "How have you two been since 2020?"
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Postby Abetton » Tue Oct 03, 2023 3:08 pm

Legatia wrote:"Ah, good evening to you both."

Chiara turned with a gentle smile and offered a subtle, gentle curtsy as she got her first good look at the both of them. They were about her age, she believed?

"Quite the wondrous occasion we've chanced to see. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Chiara Marchetti, my family operates a prominent shipbuilding industry in West Alexandria in the Federal Republic of Meridon. I take it the two of you are nobility or royalty of some pedigree? I hope you'll forgive my ignorance, we don't have any such systems back in my home country and few people keep up-to-date with those goings on. Might I ask for both of your names?"



They both nodded, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Marchetti." Linely said as he introduced himself and his girlfriend. "I'm Prince Linely Crown Prince of Abetton. My lovely date at my side is Lady Elodie Hamlin of Io."

"It's a pleasure to make your aqauitance. Don't feel bad or be embarrassed, Ma'am if you haven't heard of us, especially Io, it's a small Duchy on the far east near where we meet Katase, as a matter of fact. But not an easy trek as beyond our Duchy the land goes into the mountains that naturally divide our nations. You said you're in shipbuilding did you? Must be exciting. You also probably don't know that Abetton is still very much a seafaring nation so perhaps it's quite serendipitous that we should all meet tonight."

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Postby Lux Pulchrae » Tue Oct 03, 2023 8:36 pm

During the carriage ride, Cleone would admit to regretting wearing his ceremonial dress uniform. The piece included an auguilette hanging from his right shoulder to his chest. Across his torso was a blue sash bordered by yellow, bearing the name of Lux Pulchrae. With all this, he could feel a sweat coming. He was already wiping his face with a handkerchief. Cecile looked out into the crowd. It was incredible, reminding her of their own wedding. She wore a long, bluish-white dress covering her shoulders. Her matching wide-brimmed hat rested on the seat while she fanned herself from the weather, her brown hair in the typical crown braid. She’s wave to the excited peoples with a smile. She thought to wear white gloves as Cleone did, but didn’t like the feeling of sweaty hands.

Her eyes locked on to a Lux Pulchrean flag waved in its lonesome, but to be waved out here was no less exciting. She tapped her husband’s shoulder repeatedly.

“Look!”

“Hmm?” the mustached king turned, leaning to her side. “Oh. Well that’s nice of them.”

Cleone had become a man of few words recently, having been stated as being “politically exhausted”. In honesty this was a nice getaway from the palace.

Cecile, who’s had at least one interaction with these people, was not yet well acquainted with the Kyrenaians. She had a vague recollection of being told of a visit to Lux Pulchrae.

“So is this one the gay one?” she asked, fanning Cleone.

Grazie. And no, she was the gay one. We’d be home otherwise. At least this one’s rightly ordered.”

“Mmm.” Cecile hummed looking out once more. She grinned, for she knew what she would say would surely frustrate Cleone. “What an audience eh? And the guest list. Incredible.”

Cleone did not say a word as he looked out the opposite direction. He mumbled something, which prompted her to ask what it was.

“Pardon?”

“What more could you have wanted?”

Cecile smiled. Although inappropriate, she liked to rile him up. “I’m just teasing, mon petit roy.”

She prodded his right hand until it opened, placing hers in it. His hand wrapped around.

At the reception, everything was just as grand and excessive, if not more so. Words were said and dances began.

Cecile fetches a plate of snacks for the two while they sat.

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Postby Samudera Darussalam » Tue Oct 03, 2023 10:40 pm

Krainin wrote:Queen Emilia of Jegrar

Emilia jumps at the voice behind her and turns around to see a well dressed young man. She catches her breath. "Oh, um, hello. You're Prince Muhammad Jayanegara, right? I'm Queen Emilia of Jegrar, one of the semi-autonomous kingdoms within The Isles." Emilia and Muhammad shakes hands.

"We don't have to dance if you don't want to. It was just an idea that popped in my head, so I wouldn't be sitting back doing nothing the entire time. In fact, I'm not really that good of a dancer, so I'll probably just end up embarrassing myself. And, uhh..." Emilia trials off. She brings up her arm and rubs the back of her neck.

"I'm rambling, aren't I?" She let's out a sigh. "Sorry, I start to ramble when I get nervous. This is my first time representing Jegrar as 'independent' from The Isles as a whole. It's a decent amount of stress put on my shoulders. Alexis is usually the one to represent the four kingdoms internationally, but she's been to busy recently to go everywhere. She trusted me with coming to this wedding and... oh, shoot. I'm rambling again. Sorry, I'll shut up." Emilia sighs and looks at her feet, clasping her hands in front of her.

Prince Muhammad Jayanegara

Muhammad’s mouth quirked up on instinct as he acknowledged the Grand Princess and returned the handshake, feeling a shred of amusement rising inside of him as he managed to catch her off guard anyway despite being careful. The Prince nodded to her inquiry, and responded in the same carefully-maintained gentle tone, his voice tinged in faint accent as words come out of his mouth. “Yeah, that is me. I am Prince Muhammad Jayanegara of Samudera Darussalam, one of those nations in the southern seas. I am not sure if you have heard of it, but anyway…..it’s an honour to make your acquaintance.”

The sounds and pomp of the reception swarmed around them as the Prince’s gaze absently took note of his dialogue partner’s outfit – a black, simple yet elegant-looking dress….it looks nice - and he smiled in sympathy as Muhammad continued to listen to Emilia. He can understand her, in a way. Being in a party like this, full of people that one might only know by name due to the occasion, can be overwhelming and….quite nerve-wracking. Muhammad himself is feeling a bit unsettled and out of his elements as he is not really familiar with Kyrenia - despite recognizing several aspects of its culture that he can also find at home - or the many different people from different lands that attend the reception. Luckily, he had a few experiences back home from attending ceremonies in Samudera’s neighbouring countries as part of the delegates of the royal family, and he knew some things that can be done. Socializing with guests, despite how nerve-wracking it can be, is one of the options. ’You have been granted with privilege being born into this family, not having to know hardship from the start.’ His father, the Prince Consort, had told him one day when he was about to start attending an all-boys boarding school outside of the capital for his senior years of high school, quite far from most of his childhood friends or family. ‘By the grace of God, by being from a position of power then you have to be an exemplar. You have to be the best this nation can offer, and that means you have to try to overcome your fears and hardship in unfamiliar conditions. You are going to be the king of this nation one day, child.’ Thus, Muhammad has stuck to that message to this very day, despite not being the best at conversations himself. Another option that can be done in this situation is attending to the buffet or dance, but Muhammad doesn’t really feel up for the former and the latter option would depend on Emilia’s decision.

“I see, it is alright.” Muhammad responded when Emilia said that she is actually not really sure about the dance. He nodded understandingly when Emilia admitted that she is nervous – that is one of the reason that drew Muhammad to her, knowing that somebody who also feels like being out of their elements is a comforting thought – but Muhammad’s sympathetic smile dimmed a little when Emilia said that she is rambling and that she would shut up. His hands, that have stayed at both of his sides rose in a placating gesture as the Prince tried to reassure the dejected-looking Queen of Jegrar.

“Your Highness, it is quite normal to feel that way, especially when this is the first time you are representing your nation in an international event. The burden of expectation….and fear of disappointing people….I know that. Perhaps, I can understand how you feel.” The second-in-line to the throne chuckled, dropping his mask for a moment to let Emilia see his own nervousness before he schooled a calm expression once again. “Truth to be told, I also feel a little bit overwhelmed with all this fanfare. I’ve never been going overseas to places as far as Kyrenia before, and I am also pretty sure that I never meet many of these people so directly like this. I just…managed to have some experiences that made me able to hide my own nervousness better.”

Muhammad then lowered his hands to both of his sides once more, and shot a warm, reassuring smile Emilia’s way. “Your Highness, you are not bad at this, from what I can see so far. It will get better once you are getting used to it. If you are not feeling like dancing right now….” The Prince’s brown eyes glanced at a direction in the convention hall and noticed the newlyweds, Princess Aurelia and Prince Atif, her husband, had stopped dancing and were now greeting some well-wishers at their table, who, judging from their outfits, are probably from Kyrenia. Their own family, perhaps? Well, probably it is time to greet the new couple. “How do you feel about congratulating Princess Aurelia in person? That’s it, if you are feeling up to it, and doesn’t really mind doing it with me.”

Muhammad’s attention then turned back to the Grand Princess, and his warm, reassuring smile turned into a small grin as he joked. “After all, it's better to stay nervous together rather than doing it alone, right?”
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Postby Legatia » Wed Oct 04, 2023 12:22 pm


SULTANATE OF KYRENAIA
Maliakard Convention Center, Maliakard, Khanate of Khond
10:12 PM, 1 October 2023





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Malakiard Convention Center- Maliakard, Khond, Kyrenaia
"My, a Crown Prince and a Lady? I'm honored. Of Abetton, you say?"

A small duchy in the far east, likely a respectable distance from Meridon itself. Io and Abetton- and maritime nations to boot..? An interesting connection she made indeed. She wondered what their industry might be like.

"Indeed, it's quite the business to get into. My father often says it's the most challenging architectural field that one might enter into. My family's is the largest shipyard by area in Meridon, and produces capital warships for the Navy and cruise liners for the travel companies. Building such huge ships over long time periods means many hands, many choices need to be evaluated and selected in order to deliver a functional and beautiful final product.. of course, requirements vary. It is indeed quite serendipitous that we met, I agree with that, and I am happy to make contact with others interested in our industry. You said Abetton is a seafaring nation, yes? What kind of fleets does it sail, both military and civil?"

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Postby AHSCA » Wed Oct 04, 2023 4:03 pm

Kyrenaia wrote:Prince Mahmut ibn-Idris.
I smiled.
The whole day... well, I had gotten to ride in Marcella's and, more importantly, Gisella's carriage and my Personal Handmaiden and a few others, who I had totally not bribed to stand with their banner, had performed splendidly. It had been a blur.
And, for a short moment, I had been able to fantasize: Me and Gisella, up front at the altar.
I liked her.
I liked her a lot.
She did not seem to be too opposed to the mere idea either.
Marcella left us, a woman, who I held in high regard – yes, she did kind-of screw up with the Sultana, that was true, but she had her heart in the right place, which was a good start. And to be honest, I could not blame her for her outburst.
Gisella, though...
“I suppose you know my sister how she is.”, she said, “I never really got a chance to thank you for your letters back in April.”
I nodded. “Although the circumstances were... difficult, to say the least, I am glad to hear, that they reached you.”, I said with a small bow. Internally, I was cheering, as I offered her my arm to link. “How have you been since then?”

Ada Guzele.
“Ah, Herzogin Marcella.”, I said as I approached the woman in question, “Exactly the person I was looking for.”
As the Chancellor of Ridderli, I was not the highest diplomatic representative of the Republic here, quite on the contrary: My boss and President, Falk Schleckliflade, was around here somewhere with his granddaughter, philandering around.
But I, as Chancellor, had a job to do, which only women of my stature could do. Granted, I was not too much to look at, a brunette, green eyed woman closer to fifty then she was comfortable with, but I'd like to think, that in my red, sleeveless cocktail dress, I did cut quite a nice figure.
For a mother of two, at least.
Either way, I approached the beautiful Islander Duchess and smiled.
“How wonderful it is to finally meet you – Ada Guzele, Chancellor of Ridderli. How do you do?”, I asked and offered my hand for a shake.



Gisella

Gisella with her cheeks glowing red, a combination of her blushing and the makeup applied took Mahmut's arm with her own. "I've been doing well, thank you for asking. Studying what feels like day and night but still finding time to enjoy the little things. I am sure you can relate too. I hope you too, and the rest of your family have been well."

Marcella

Marcella almost lost entirely in thought for a moment when a woman approached her, she managed to stave off an obvious startle flinch at least to not be embarassed and turned to face her, apparently this someone was looking for her and she introduced herself formerly, “How wonderful it is to finally meet you – Ada Guzele, Chancellor of Ridderli. How do you do?” she said to Marcella who promptly curtsied back "Chancellor, pleasure is mine to also make your acquaintance." She had to rack her brain a second if she was expecting to meet anyone in particular here today. Noir hadn't mentioned she made any new contacts Marcella should watch out for. Still it was nice to make new contacts. "I didn't know you were seeking me out in particular. Lady Chancellor, but I'm delighted you approached me."

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Postby Phibeta » Wed Oct 04, 2023 10:09 pm

Kyrenaia wrote:Isbert, Fürst von Biberbach.
“Queen Diane.”, I bowed, my wife curtsied, “It is a pleasure to meet you on this lovely day. And, of course, it is a pleasure to meet you, Herzog Walter, as well as your lovely daughter Prinzessin Olivia.” I let a beat pass, ignoring Alfred more or less on purpose. He was unimportant to the diplomacy. “I am Isbert, Fürst von Biberbach, my lovely wife, Lioba.”
“It is an honour, Your Majesties.”, she said and curtsied once more, then took over: “I hope, that you liked your time in Kyrenaia so far?”


It seems that they have garnered the attention of a young aristocrat and his wife. They introduced themselves and the royals bowed and curtsey respectively. It would seem that they haven't acknowledged Prince Alfred, which seemed to have peeved him off so much, that he shows a scowl, wanting to shout something in his face for ignoring a member of the Phibetan Royal Family, but Queen Diane beamed him a look that said 'If you do anything rash, I will personally see your wealth returned to the crown estates'. Alfred reluctantly backed down. Diane clears her throat.

"Lord Isbert, Lady Lioba, we are happy to make your acquaintance. This is a wonderful country Lord Isbert. The scenery is absolutely lovely, wouldn't you say so my dear?"

"Oh, it is" Walter replies. "I wish that our kingdom had these kinds of majestic beauty here. Very stunning in my opinion".

"Although," retorted Prince Alfred, "If we had an empire, we would have all sorts of scenery".

"That's enough talk brother. That shouldn't be an option anyway" Diane softly reminded. Alfred out of nowhere snapped.

"You know what sis. If I can't have my opinion tonight, and certainly in front of a ROTTEN DIRTY NOBLE THAT DISRESPECTS A MEMBER OF THE GRAND PHIBETAN ROYAL FAMILY!!" he shouts towards the two. "I'm not staying with you. I'm going to find the Sultana myself". He storms off from their place causing a scene, perhaps to find the sultana or (if his sources say that she is here) find the Duchess of AHSCA, or someone form the AHSCA delegation here to berate them. The royals were taken aback by it, but as they are, they try to shrug it off until later.

"My apologies Lord Isbert, it seems that my brother can be a little bit impertinent," she says curtseying in apologise. "I hope you weren't too taken back by it".
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Postby Krainin » Wed Oct 04, 2023 10:39 pm

Samudera Darussalam wrote:Prince Muhammad Jayanegara

Muhammad’s mouth quirked up on instinct as he acknowledged the Grand Princess and returned the handshake, feeling a shred of amusement rising inside of him as he managed to catch her off guard anyway despite being careful. The Prince nodded to her inquiry, and responded in the same carefully-maintained gentle tone, his voice tinged in faint accent as words come out of his mouth. “Yeah, that is me. I am Prince Muhammad Jayanegara of Samudera Darussalam, one of those nations in the southern seas. I am not sure if you have heard of it, but anyway…..it’s an honour to make your acquaintance.”

The sounds and pomp of the reception swarmed around them as the Prince’s gaze absently took note of his dialogue partner’s outfit – a black, simple yet elegant-looking dress….it looks nice - and he smiled in sympathy as Muhammad continued to listen to Emilia. He can understand her, in a way. Being in a party like this, full of people that one might only know by name due to the occasion, can be overwhelming and….quite nerve-wracking. Muhammad himself is feeling a bit unsettled and out of his elements as he is not really familiar with Kyrenia - despite recognizing several aspects of its culture that he can also find at home - or the many different people from different lands that attend the reception. Luckily, he had a few experiences back home from attending ceremonies in Samudera’s neighbouring countries as part of the delegates of the royal family, and he knew some things that can be done. Socializing with guests, despite how nerve-wracking it can be, is one of the options. ’You have been granted with privilege being born into this family, not having to know hardship from the start.’ His father, the Prince Consort, had told him one day when he was about to start attending an all-boys boarding school outside of the capital for his senior years of high school, quite far from most of his childhood friends or family. ‘By the grace of God, by being from a position of power then you have to be an exemplar. You have to be the best this nation can offer, and that means you have to try to overcome your fears and hardship in unfamiliar conditions. You are going to be the king of this nation one day, child.’ Thus, Muhammad has stuck to that message to this very day, despite not being the best at conversations himself. Another option that can be done in this situation is attending to the buffet or dance, but Muhammad doesn’t really feel up for the former and the latter option would depend on Emilia’s decision.

“I see, it is alright.” Muhammad responded when Emilia said that she is actually not really sure about the dance. He nodded understandingly when Emilia admitted that she is nervous – that is one of the reason that drew Muhammad to her, knowing that somebody who also feels like being out of their elements is a comforting thought – but Muhammad’s sympathetic smile dimmed a little when Emilia said that she is rambling and that she would shut up. His hands, that have stayed at both of his sides rose in a placating gesture as the Prince tried to reassure the dejected-looking Queen of Jegrar.

“Your Highness, it is quite normal to feel that way, especially when this is the first time you are representing your nation in an international event. The burden of expectation….and fear of disappointing people….I know that. Perhaps, I can understand how you feel.” The second-in-line to the throne chuckled, dropping his mask for a moment to let Emilia see his own nervousness before he schooled a calm expression once again. “Truth to be told, I also feel a little bit overwhelmed with all this fanfare. I’ve never been going overseas to places as far as Kyrenia before, and I am also pretty sure that I never meet many of these people so directly like this. I just…managed to have some experiences that made me able to hide my own nervousness better.”

Muhammad then lowered his hands to both of his sides once more, and shot a warm, reassuring smile Emilia’s way. “Your Highness, you are not bad at this, from what I can see so far. It will get better once you are getting used to it. If you are not feeling like dancing right now….” The Prince’s brown eyes glanced at a direction in the convention hall and noticed the newlyweds, Princess Aurelia and Prince Atif, her husband, had stopped dancing and were now greeting some well-wishers at their table, who, judging from their outfits, are probably from Kyrenia. Their own family, perhaps? Well, probably it is time to greet the new couple. “How do you feel about congratulating Princess Aurelia in person? That’s it, if you are feeling up to it, and doesn’t really mind doing it with me.”

Muhammad’s attention then turned back to the Grand Princess, and his warm, reassuring smile turned into a small grin as he joked. “After all, it's better to stay nervous together rather than doing it alone, right?”


Queen Emilia of Jegrar

Still looking at the ground, Emilia hears the Prince speak. She look up at him and towards the newlyweds when the conversation reached there, seeing them greeting some other guests. Her attention returns back to the Prince when he finishes what he says.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, as well." She sighs and looks down for a second. She looks back up and moves her hands back to her side. "To be honest, Your Highness, I don't really want to dance." She let's a moment of silence pass. "Huh, so you're nervous as well? I've been overseas before, it's just that this is the first time for Jegrar and not Krainin."

Emilia looks back towards the newlyweds. "Maybe it'll be for the best for us to greet the newlyweds. Nothing like them seeing a pair of nervous guests, huh." She chuckles to herself.
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Postby Alzatia » Wed Oct 04, 2023 11:07 pm

Kyrenaia wrote:Lone von Hammacker.
Veroniek and her accent were not bothersome – quite on the contrary, I found them quite endearing.
Teressian, much like Alsatian, shared a lot with German, so it was not that hard to understand one another, once one got the hang of it.
During the carriage ride, I had managed that.
Now, we stood together at the reception and the most important topic came up: Food.
With the buffet-tables laden as they were, I did not think, that it would be hard to find more variations of cake then one could count, including lemon tart (Princess Marla had been quite insistent on that), but also so many others...
Of course I will join you.”, I replied to Veroniek's question in German, speaking clearer then my Hammackerer Akzent usually permitted, then turned to Celeste, still speaking German: “This one is tame by Kyrenaian standards. This is not the first time I've been at balls in the Sultanate, and lemme tell you, when the Sultana invites...” I smiled. “...let's just say, that the Palace of the Azure Hall is quite more magnificent.
The buffet-tables were filled with the dishes of a dozen cuisines, including, but not limited to, a variety of cakes – including...
Butterkuchen!”, I said with a cheer, spotting the sheet cake with the sugar-cinnamon mixture and almond flakes on top. Screw the Strudel, screw the Hochheyder Tart, screw Krapferl, screw the Laiwasserwelle, screw the Diplomatentorte or the Gugelhupf (all of which were present, by the way), the Butterkuchen, especially with almond flakes, that was my jam. I took a piece and a fork, smiled at Veroniek and told her, quite unnecessarily: “My favourite.

(OOC: minor note, it was Celeste who asked her to join, not Veroniek. The latter is already at the buffet getting food.)

"Wonderful!" chimed Celeste in an almost musical manner. She and Lone followed Veroniek to the buffet stands where, sure enough, there lay a huge assortment of cakes and pastries. One kind immediately caught the Duchess's eye. "Butterkuchen!" Lone exclaimed delightfully upon seeing her favorite treat being offered ‒ a sweet butter cake shaped like long flat sheets.

Meanwhile, Veroniek was more partial to the Gugelhupf, known in Alsatia as Sombrärokucha ("hat cake"). She put several pieces on her plate and started munching on one immediately. "Mmm, these are good. They're just like the Sombrärokucha we have back home!"

"Indeed, a lot of these cakes are quite similar to ours," Celeste added. Herself, she decided to get the strudel. Unlike the Princess, she took only a very conservative portion as she wasn't very hungry, and ate quite slowly rather than wolfing it down. "They must be a big part of your culture too, I take it?" she guessed, based on how the Duchess had reacted to seeing the cakes.
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