Possible Mature Content Warning
(Post co-written with Ghant and Kylarnatia)
(Following the events of Of Wolves and Lions)
Potens, Aureumterra
There were few times the Imperial Court was as busy as it was over the past few days. Dignitaries to Höll Glæsilegt being fairly rare in general, receiving the Crown Prince of Ghant for a more intimate meeting at the main Imperial Palace served as a prelude to the event to come. The Crown Prince’s initial stay served as both a personal - regarding his rumored courtship with Christina, Imperial Princess of Aureumterra - and a diplomatic event between the two neighboring empires.
Through the afternoon and into the evening, there weren’t any formal events involving the two parties, at least until dinner. Time was given for the Ghantish to attend to their own needs and duties, while the household staff at Glæsilegt prepared for the dinner that night. The dinner was a fairly rare opportunity for members of the Ghantish party to personally meet with the Emperor and Empress in Glæsilegt, being a much more formal event than the casual lunch they had earlier with the Crown Prince alone.
The Crown Prince attended wearing formal attire of the Ghantish Imperial Court, and was accompanied by the various dignitaries and diplomats who had traveled with him. His illegitimate half-brother Victor joined them at the table, though the Crown Prince had urged him to keep a low profile, hoping to hide his father’s shame and his mother’s insult from the Aureumterran Emperor and Empress. To that end, Victor wore a uniform consistent with a member of the Imperial entourage, but not that of a Prince of Ghant. Indeed, the Crown Prince was keen to keep the dinner as formal and reserved as possible, especially considering how Ghantish diplomats had, in the past, been prone to gaffes, and the Crown Prince was not one to be embarrassed, least of all by a politician.
As such, a carefully orchestrated standard state dinner followed, with dignitaries from each side exchanging pleasantries, affirming commitments to bilateral ties, and all the usual orders of business that came with such affairs. The Emperor, Empress, and Christina having shed their more inquisitive and curious tones earlier for a façade of diplomatic pleasance in the presence of various bureaucrats and diplomats.
Afterwards, everyone dispersed to unwind and retire for the night, somewhat earlier than usual, to prepare for the momentous occasion the next day. A co-celebration of the fifth year of Emperor Frederik IV’s position on the throne and the anniversary of the Eternal Coronation of Cnut I in 1060 AD, which had seen the beginning of the Empire of Aureumterra.
The Crown Prince and Victor retired from the presence of the Aureumterrans in short order following the dinner, in order to prepare for the next day’s festivities. It wasn’t lost on either of them who was coming to join them from Ghant. From what they gathered, his sister Sara, the Princess Imperial, was leading a party of Ghantish Imperial Family members consisting of their siblings Prince John, Prince Nicholas, Prince William, Princess Valerie and possibly Princess Grace, assuming she could finagle a spot in the entourage.
The Crown Prince ran through various scenarios with Victor throughout the night, assessing the variables and potential blunders each of his siblings might commit. “John is going to embarass himself, Valerie is going to say something stupid to someone, Nicholas will find a way to challenge my authority publicly, William is going to tell someone an off-putting joke and Grace is going to eat all the sweets if Sara is generous enough to let her attend.”
Victor didn’t seem to disagree with any of that, though he pointed out to the Crown Prince that “Sara will keep them under control.” Perhaps when they were younger that was true, but as that lot got older they seemed less inclined to cooperate. “God forbid Frederik’s man-child brother is in attendance,” the Crown Prince dragged his hands down his face with an audible groan. “Valerie would have a great deal of amusement at the poor prince’s expense.” His mind for the rest of the night, even as he retired to his own chambers and laid down to go to sleep, was focused on damage control.
Rather uncharacteristic for his personality, the Emperor was fairly anxious in anticipation of the event. Frederik had maintained an enigmatic public image since his time taking the throne, having been raised to constantly be stoic, expressionless, and rarely too exposed to the public eye personally. Unlike his mother’s outgoing, charming, maternal public image, the Emperor was a mystery to many in Aureumterra itself. His wife often took on most publicly facing duties, attending to various functions, charity events, and public projects in front of the camera, while he preferred the comfort of his palaces and estates. Most foreign dignitaries, save for those with familial ties or close personal relationships, never interacted with the Emperor personally or even set foot in court, usually keeping their business with the Chief Minister and Foreign Minister. As such, it was fairly stressful for the Emperor, making preparations for the gala to come and ensuring everything is just perfect, a characteristic of his which his sister often labeled an obsession.
As the next day arose, the seamless system the Emperor oversaw on a daily basis in his court went into overdrive, making preparations across the city of Potens, in Gustavsborg Palace, for the night to come. Hundreds of staff members scurried about Glæsilegt, making preparations for the departure of the Imperial Court and its transportation to Gustavsborg, while preparations in the latter palace had been running for a better part of a couple weeks.
Frederik was used to beginning his day well before sunrise, a practice he had retained from his time in the Imperial Navy, never missing his fitness regime in the mornings before the day’s orders of business. Following his morning routine, he reviewed final preparations for the subsequent night before preparing to travel to Gustavsborg with the rest of the Imperial Court.
Usually, the Emperor traveled within Potens by helicopter, the IFA Sølfugl, which could safely and securely make quick trips around the capital metro area without causing major disturbances to commuters in the already congested metropolis. However, due to practically the entire Imperial Court traveling, a massive motorcade was arranged to transport them across the city, the procession with the famed Sølvogn - a modified limousine which served as the official state car of the Emperor - as its centerpiece. It would be accompanied by nearly sixty vehicles comprising of courtiers, ladies-in-waiting, security and medical personnel, and the Ghantish delegation.
For residents of Potens, the motorcade was still a spectacle to behold. The Emperor rarely stepping out of the confines of the palaces by road made it a fairly remarkable event in the city, as crowds hearing the news would pour out to catch a rare live glimpse of their enigmatic sovereign.
As the procession snaked through the busy streets of the capital, with leading police and Imperial Guard vehicles closing off roads and clearing the path for it to move unimpeded, Frederik remained somewhat anxious, his mind on ensuring the night ahead went as smoothly as he preferred all things to be. He paid little heed to the devoted crowds of Imperial subjects outside the impenetrable windows of the Sølvogn, in much contrast to his wife.
Eventually, the procession made its way to its final destination. The line of vehicles entered the vast, ordered courtyard of Gustavsborg Palace. Gustavsborg could really best be described as three main buildings connected by fairly narrow corridors and passageways. On the sides were two symmetrical, flanking palace buildings that wrapped around the courtyard, showing glimpses into the gardens behind it. These two buildings mostly contained the apartments the guests would be staying in that night. The central portion of the palace was a vast spired structure, with a large, blue-golden dome that towered over the buildings of the Østerren district of Potens around it, making it the centerpiece of this structure of 19th century Imperial Aureumterran architecture. The central courtyard was vast, with an intricate fountain depicting singing angels and the Eternal Coronation of Cnut I at its nexus.
The palace was about as crawling with staff, Imperial Guards, and various official personnel for the night as Glæsilegt was. Staff awaiting the arrival of the motorcade quickly moved to open the doors of the Sølvogn, prostrating as the Emperor and Empress stepped out. The rest of the personnel accompanying them scrambled to orderly begin preparing things for the arrival of the rest of the Senior Imperial Family.
Ingrid exchanged a few words with one of the palace staff receiving the motorcade, before he walked off. She turned to her husband, “I’ve reviewed everything for the afternoon, everything is going smoothly. Captain Højin has informed me the routes are cleared, we should be ready to receive everyone as they arrive.”
“And everyone is on time?” Frederik asked, while continuing to gaze at the vast dome of the palace as he strode across the courtyard towards its gates.
“As far as I know, yes.” Ingrid nodded. The two of them were still dressed in their morning court dresses, her wearing a white dress with a rose floral patterning, a style which had become a signature of the Empress. Frederik wore his black court uniform, with the Midnight Sun emblem emblazoned on his chest and two golden chains swinging across his shoulders onto a pair of epaulets. They intended to change into their outfits for the night later.
Staff, Imperial Guards, and other personnel prostrated as the Emperor and Empress approached the palace doors, their stride uninterrupted as the doors swung open, revealing a modestly sized reception room, at other end of which, a hallway led into the main rotunda of the palace.
The rotunda of Gustavsborg was a vast, central chamber which was a magnificent work of architecture unto itself. The two sides of the room led to the hallways that connected to all of the apartments of the building, while another large set of gilded doors at the other end of the hallway led into the main ballroom - the primary venue of the gala that night. Above, the interior of the vast dome was beautifully painted, with a stunning 19th century romantic work depicting the Heavenly Fifteen, each ridge of the dome segmenting the painting into sections depicting each of the revered Hæstirétts, and the central spire depicting Cnut I himself sitting on a throne at the foot of God the Father.
Ingrid put a hand on Frederik’s shoulder as they stepped into the rotunda, “I should probably stay at the courtyard to receive our folks as they arrive.”
The Emperor nodded, turning around as the rest of the retinue made its way in. “I’ll go inspect the ballroom.”
Ingrid was about to ask why Frederik didn’t want to stay out to receive their family members, but decided against it. The pair parted ways, the monarch walking into the room while Ingrid stood for a moment by herself in the rotunda, as staff went about their duties around her. She turned around and began to walk back outside, a slower and more easy pace than the one she had earlier to keep up with her determined husband.
“Svaga!” Ingrid heard a shout, turning to find Christina approaching her in the reception room. “Sorry, I couldn’t seem to find you or Frede as I was walking in… the others must be arriving shortly, right?”
“Yes,” Ingrid nodded to Christina as she resumed her pace, “I’m heading to the courtyard, they shouldn’t be too far behind. You should probably get freshened up, we have a long day.”
“I’ll come with you, I haven’t seen them in months.” Christina smiled, as she followed Ingrid. “It is quite comforting that they’re all here, so it’s not just the four of us hosting everything tonight.”
Ingrid took a careful glance around the reception room, making sure everything was going smoothly before walking out into the courtyard, standing beneath the overhang of the palace’s main entrance. The Empress didn’t resemble her husband in most aspects, but one characteristic they both shared was their intolerance for imperfections, especially when the stakes were high. Christina stood slightly behind her, as Imperial Life Guards, dressed in ceremonial uniform, lined the road leading into the courtyard. The large motorcade that was here minutes ago had dispersed, clearing the courtyard for the arrival of more vehicles.
Among the last people to enter the palace from the first motorcade was the Crown Prince of Ghant and his entourage, who hurried into the building with the Crown Prince at the front of the party. Victor wasn’t too far behind him, and both of them admired the architecture and artistry of the palace interior. “Not bad,” the Crown Prince nodded in appreciation. “Quality craftsmanship.”
“We should have a few hours before Sara and the others arrive,” Victor said to the Crown Prince as they walked. “We can take this time to get settled into our rooms and prepare for tonight’s festivities.”
The Crown Prince nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, preparation is the key to success. I’m going to need you to keep an eye on the troublemakers tonight, Victor. I don’t need to explain which one’s I’m referring to.”
Victor understood that the troublemakers referred to Valerie, Nicholas and William specifically. The ones Bebe cannot control. Burying the thought, Victor swallowed hard and replied, “aye, I can do that.”
“Good, I would expect nothing less,” the Crown Prince nodded with a stern expression as they entered further into the palace towards the suite. “By the way, Victor, you know how these types of events have a tendency to get my blood up. I might have to acquire a squeeze for the evening, if you know what I mean.”
“...You sure that’s a good idea?” Victor understood what few people did, that Bebe, like their father, had a carnal appetite, and for all the talk of piety and chastity that surrounded the Crown Prince, he certainly enjoyed the intimate company of women. “You are here on a diplomatic mission that could result in formal courtship with Princess Christina.”
The Crown Prince laughed. “That doesn’t mean that I can’t sow my princely oats! A man is expected to be proficient in the application of his tools, after all. So let us see what wares await us at the ball, and go from there, shall we?”
“...As you say, your Highness.” The Ghantish party found their way to their suites in short order, and went into their rooms to await the rest of the Ghantish party, and the events of the evening.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ingrid noticed Christina wearing a silver heart-shaped pendant around her neck. She turned and inspected it somewhat closer, picking it in her hand and examining it, “You’re wearing it tonight?”
Christina touched the necklace with the pendant, “Yep… feel like it’s an appropriate occasion. I haven’t worn it since-”
“Our wedding.” Ingrid finished her thought.
Christina smiled, “We haven’t had anything as big since, after all. I figured I might as well wear it, mom did say it’s special.” She carefully rested the pendant back on her neck.
They were interrupted by the Imperial Guards snapping a salute as another group of vehicles drove into the courtyard. A few black SUVs with police lights accompanied a sleek, cream colored limousine. A few formally dressed staffers stepped out of one of the SUVs, opening the door of the limousine, allowing an aged woman dressed in a blue fur coat and scarf to step out. She donned a somewhat clumsy but large blue sun hat, and carried a black leather designer purse in her right arm. Her chest carried the Midnight Sun Emblem and the Åltæden’s coat of arms, making it known she was a woman of senior Imperial rank. She didn’t have a very tall stature, but her gray hair and face nonetheless carried a warm, somewhat maternal charm. Another, much younger woman exited from the other side, with jet black hair and a smaller but similar hat. She wore a fairly simple floral dress and bore the same emblem on her breast as the other woman.
Christina rushed forward and embraced the older woman in a tight hug, “Auntie! It is so good to see you again!”
Heike - sister of the late Hæstirétta - embraced Christina in a somewhat protective gesture, “You’ve grown so much, Chrissy! Soon you’ll be walking down the aisle before you know it.”
Christina laughed, easing herself out of the hug, “Best not to rush things, after all, who knows what surprises tonight holds.”
Heike grinned, “I’ve heard you’ve been courted…?”
The princess maintained a slight smile, “It’s not official… at least not yet. But he is here, and he seems… decent so far.”
Heike somewhat lowered her voice, leaning into Christina, “Be careful, men can be shifty. It’s not a decision to take lightly. You don’t want to end up regretting it when it’s too late.”
Christina nodded, letting out a slight sigh, “I’ll observe him more tonight. I’ve heard enough about his father, but thankfully he seems quite unlike him. And, well, if one thing doesn’t work out, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.”
The matronly older woman leaned back and smiled warmly, giving Christina a pat on the shoulder, “Of course, as always. I’m just happy that you seem to be happy, it’s strange seeing you after so long. I still remember the girl who would clumsily fall off horses at Överhallen.”
Christina blushed, looking down while smiling, “Don’t remind me.”
Heike caught sight of her pendant, “It’s wonderful to see you wearing that again.” She told the younger princess, gazing at the sleek silver heart on Christina’s chest.
The two were interrupted by the other younger woman, exiting the limousine from the other door, “If you two are done with your reunion, I need to know where I should tell the staff to put my things.” Her locks of brown hair rested on her shoulders, giving a clean-cut appearance.
“Come on Maja, at least say hello to your cousin first.” Heike scolded, a frown forming on her face.
Christina snickered, “I see you haven’t changed, Maja.”
“-And, I can take care of that.” Ingrid announced as she approached the limousine. “Everything will be where you’re staying, the staff will take care of everything.”
Heike looked to see the Empress, “Oh Ingrid! I didn’t even notice you, I’m so sorry!” She walked up and hugged the Empress, who returned the gesture. “And congratulations!”
“No problem at all, and thank you. I hope you’ve been in good health.” Ingrid smiled at Heike.
“I’ve been just fine. And you, dear?”
“Busy, mostly.” The Empress remarked with a somewhat exhausted smile.
“Oh I can imagine. You seem like you’re always everywhere.” Heike put her purse up as she straightened herself.
“What can I say? It’s part of my lot in life, after all.” Ingrid chuckled, “I don’t have as much going on with appearances or events after tonight. Should give some time to unwind.”
“You are always welcome at Margatetshavn, dear. You should come by sometimes, bring Madalena too.” Heike offered the Empress.
Ingrid nodded, looking back towards Gustavsborg, “Frederik and I are planning to spend a week or two at Heidrakorounu after this. I really haven’t had any time with Madalena, this would be my first opportunity to spend some time with her.” It had been about half a year since Frederik and Ingrid had their first daughter.
“Where is she now?” Heike asked.
“She should be sleeping, she usually does in the afternoon. I left her with my ladies.” Ingrid replied. “You can see her if you want, she started doing short crawls now, and has learned to say “Mama.”
Heike put her hands crossed over her heart, “Oh that’s precious! I haven’t had a chance to properly congratulate the two of you. Where is Frede?”
Ingrid’s smile somewhat stammered, “He’s in the ballroom, feel free to go in, he’ll be delighted to see you again.”
Heike furrowed her brow, “I hope he’s doing well.”
Ingrid shrugged, “You know how it is.”
Heike nodded and began to make her way into the palace when she caught sight of a young man with curly brown hair in a black princely court dress walking out.
“Leo! Come to mama!” She beamed as Leo blushed, looking down. Nonetheless, he walked forward and embraced Heike in an intimate hug. “I’ve been worried about you! So much is happening in court, I hear.”
“Not to worry, mom. They’re taking good care of me.” Leo laughed.
Maja approached from behind, smirking at Leo, “So do you get to sign off on starting wars yet?”
“Fortunately not.” Leo hugged Maja as well, “I hope you aren’t fucking that overrated punk rock guy anymore.”
“Leo!” Heike exclaimed, to which he smirked.
“We’re over. I’m back on the prowl now.” Maja looked back at the palace, “Wonder if anyone interesting is coming tonight.”
“I think you’d be hard pressed to find a man of your type tonight, unless there’s some surprises.” Leo said with a grin, “I do have the guest list… there are some Norfolkites but they’re all women. Maybe one of the princes may hold a surprise.”
“I wonder how Brada will react to them. Hopefully not explosively.” Maja smiled.
Leo shook his head, “I think he’s just worried about everything going smoothly more than anything else. You know how it is.”
“The obsessive perfectionist, as always.” Christina chimed in as she approached the siblings. “I hope he mellows out a bit, he can be scary to guests otherwise.” She said with a sarcastic chuckle.
Another convoy of vehicles entered the courtyard, this time with two limousines. Imperial Guards opened the doors for both, with a middle aged man and a woman with bright blonde hair stepping out of the first limousine, while a young, late teenage boy stepped out of the second one accompanied by a relatively older but nonetheless young woman on the other side. All of them wore Midnight Sun emblems on their chests.
Christina ran to the young boy and hugged him, “Andre! How was your semester?”
“Not bad, I get my first deployment early next year.” His tone carried a degree of nervousness as he remarked. “Where is Brada?”
“He’s inside. I think he’ll be happy to see you, you don’t know how anxious he gets about you.” Christina leaned down to Andre as she spoke, “We have other guests arriving soon too, so you may want to go see him.”
Andre nodded and stood up, he hugged and exchanged pleasantries with Ingrid and made his way into the palace. The middle aged man and woman accompanying him - Rasmus and Alma - meanwhile hugged Leo, “How have you been, Lele?”
Leo rolled his eyes at his older brother’s nickname, one that he had carried for his entire life from him, “Please don’t.”
Rasmus laughed and put a hand on Leo’s shoulder, while Alma nervously stood by. Ingrid recognized her anxiety and smiled warmly at her, “It’s wonderful seeing you as well. You look as beautiful as ever, Alma.”
Alma slightly smiled, acknowledging the Empress’ compliment. Despite all the years, she still felt somewhat anxious at formal events with the clan, taking a while to open up. Unlike the others present, she was born a commoner, working as an actress in Drødal for many years when she met Rasmus. Their union was a controversial one within the clan at the time, due to Rasmus’ senior rank, but they nonetheless went through with it and married. Alma initially felt quite intimidated in the presence of the other senior members of the clan, especially the then Crown Prince and Crown Princess - now Emperor and Empress - but nonetheless mellowed over the years to become more comfortable in their presence.
Rasmus hugged the Empress, greeting her with a kiss on her hand, “As are you, Ingrid. Congratulations, by the way.”
Ingrid continued to smile, “Thank you. It’s been a busy few months, as you can probably relate.”
Alma nodded, “Although it is nice to have an entire team to take care of your daughter for you. Makes your own life much easier.”
Ingrid sighed, glancing at the courtyard, “Perhaps. I do wish I got more time with her though, I hopefully should in the coming weeks.”
The other younger woman, who had exited the limousine with Andre meanwhile hugged Christina.
“Estelle! I didn’t expect to see you here.” Christina exclaimed, as she exchanged pleasantries with her.
“Mom told me quite late, but I took some time off from my work in Eyjanes to attend. Met up with mom, Rasmus and Alma yesterday and picked Andre up at that. We’ve been bouncing around since last night.” Estelle said somewhat tiredly, smiling in acknowledgment to Ingrid as well.
“You have some time to rest before the guests of the night arrive, thankfully.” Christina informed her, “Speaking of Eyjanes, how are the horses looking?”
“They’re all healthy and groomed, we plan on putting them in the race next month, but we have a bit more conditioning to do prior.” The younger princess told Christina, speaking about her prized Lagomvík horses, a five-gaited breed only found in the warm regions of southern Aureumterra.
“I’ll head inside.” Heike informed the group that had gathered in the courtyard, as she made her way into the palace.
Rasmus nodded to her, “I’ll catch up with you there in a bit, mom.”
The Imperial Guards opened the doors to the ballroom as Heike’s stiletto boots made echoing clicking noises in the vast interior of the room. Frederik and Andre stood at the center of the room, examining a golden, bejeweled fountain which would serve as a centerpiece in the ballroom that night, one which depicted horses facing upwards towards the roof, with a figure depicting Hæstirétta Lisette II in full regalia in the middle, on a throne held up by angels.
The monarch turned around as he heard Heike stepping in, almost on instinct putting a protective hand on Andre’s shoulder, before realizing who it was. She curtsied to Frederik, as was custom when greeting the Hæstirétt no matter one’s own rank.
Frederik cracked a rare smile, and embraced Heike in an intimate hug, “I’m happy you could make it, aunt.”
She lifted her hand, straightening the Emperor’s hair and returning his smile, “I wouldn’t miss it.” She paused, taking Frederik’s hands in her own, and looking at him in the eyes, “How has your health been, Frede?”
“I have been… fine. The headaches aren’t going away, but I have been given a therapeutic relaxation routine by the doctors.” The monarch said, gripping Heike’s hands, both of their voices lowered despite the presence of no one else but Andre in the room.
“Take care of yourself, dear. I know you like to keep things regimented and strict, but it’s always important to unwind and relax from time to time, focus on yourself and make sure that you are okay. That is the most important thing.” She paused, reminiscing her thoughts, “You are much like your mother in this regard. Take care of yourself first, everything else can wait.”
Frederik gave a long sigh, “God has decided to place the burden of being His vicar and link upon me. Such a duty comes with its sacrifices, aunt.”
“It does, but you must be in good form to carry out your sacred task.” Heike whispered, the two having lowered their heads close to one another, “It is important you make every decree and call with a clear, thoughtful head. Don’t feed into your impulses and your whims, it is very risky.”
“The Holy Spirit shall decide where my fate goes, aunt. Everything I do is towards the service of my eternal duty. The Spirit inspired me, I am confident of my decisions.” Frederik’s voice stiffened somewhat, as if he was justifying his nature. The monarch had been at the center of the rapidly rising tensions in the region, which emerged from his desire to restore unquestioned Aureumterran dominance over Esvanovia as a whole.
Heike nodded in acknowledgement, “I understand, Frede. But you do need to contemplate it carefully. Be restrained, your words can affect the lives of billions and change the course of history. It is not something to take at face value, everything you do extends beyond the realm of temporal matters.”
Frederik closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was thinking over Heike’s words, before looking her in the eyes, “I am confident, aunt. Under my vision, Det Stórveldi will become the master of the entire world. Trust me.”
“Your mother did not have to sing her own praises, her subjects showered her with them. She did not have to build her own statues, her subjects did that for her by their own accord. She never had to fear being among her people because they only showed her love and reverence. Perhaps you could learn from her more than you think.” Heike chose her words carefully, intending to acknowledge her nephew’s passionate and impulsive vision while sternly giving him a lesson - a wake up call.
Frederik was taken aback by her statement, something he took a few long minutes to consider, “Aunt, I have immense respect for you, and I know you mean well in everything you say. However, I must plead with you to not bring my mother up in everything related to me. I am a separate person, I am not her.” The jeweled golden statue of Lisette, in her imperious regal stature, gazed over the two of them almost symbolically as they spoke.
Heike nodded, “I understand Frede, and I apologize if it sounded like I was making an unfair comparison. Just… consider these words, I implore you.”
Frederik lowered his voice again, leaning into his aunt, “I understand.” The two of them clasped each other’s hands together in an intimate, almost motherly gesture, which they remained in for a few moments before the doors were opened by the Imperial Guards on the other side.
Frederik looked up to see Rasmus and Leo walking into the room, both of them bowing to the Emperor as they entered. Frederik approached Rasmus and took his right hand, the two of them firmly grasped each other and met their foreheads between them - a traditional gesture of mutual respect among Aureumterran men.
“Congratulations, Frede.” Rasmus beamed as he approached and hugged Andre, “And this young man is also going to be sailing out into the high seas soon!”
Frederik slightly grimaced, “Thank you. As for him… perhaps” He spoke coldly.
The older man shook his head, “Are you really going to worry about him there? All of us have been on those ships, out at sea, it would be uncharacteristic for someone of his rank to not gain that experience.”
Frederik walked up to Andre and put a hand on his shoulder, “I made a vow to my mother. I cannot risk anything happening to him.”
Andre looked down, “All of you were perfectly fine out at sea. Why would I be any different?!” The prince exclaimed. He often felt like he was being treated like an inanimate object. He knew his big brother had good intentions, but he was excited and eager to experience the stories he had heard from his brother and cousins of life in the Imperial Navy.
Frederik gave a long sigh, “I suppose so, Andre. We’ll see about it when the time comes - for now you must focus on finishing your semester.”
Heike observed the testy exchange with a sigh, having long been wary of her nephew’s zealous overprotectiveness of Andre. She was perhaps the only one in the room who knew the true nature of her youngest nephew, why Lisette had made Frederik vow to her on her deathbed to protect him.
“I’ll leave you boys at it, then. I should go see my grandniece.” Heike informed her son and nephew, as they nodded in acknowledgement. She left the room thereafter.
Rasmus decided to drop the touchy subject, feeling an awkward discomfort falling over the room, “How have you been, Frede? It’s been a while.”
Frederik looked up and nodded, “It has. I’ve been… fine.” He gave a somewhat sarcastic snort, “I’m alive, at least.”
Rasmus laughed, “I see your sense of humor - or lack thereof - hasn’t changed.”
Frederik once again gave a very slight smile, “Not enough time to laugh.” He paused, looking at the door, “How’s Alma?”
“We’re doing well. We adopted another dog, a pug named Monitor.” He put a hand around his cousin’s shoulder, while Frederik loosened somewhat.
“Hopefully Finnmark has a better playmate this time.” Frederik smiled more widely now, having warmed up a bit.
“Speaking of playmates - how’s Madalena?”
The Emperor paused for a moment, unsure of how to answer, “She’s doing as well as a seven month old can be, at least from what I hear.”
Rasmus raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean? You don’t see her yourself?”
“Not often. Between my entire day, it’s very hard to find any time. Ingrid’s ladies mostly deal with her.” Frederik informed.
“Deal with her? She’s your child.” Rasmus spoke in a more accusatory tone, being possibly one of the only people alive who could do so with Frederik and get away with it.
Frederik appeared taken aback by the confrontational statement, being used to those around him being deferential. He frowned, “I have a sacred duty to God that comes before everything else.”
“And someone has to be your successor someday, just as you succeeded aunt Lis.” Rasmus retorted. “She’s your daughter, Frede. You shouldn’t completely neglect time with her, you never know.” Rasmus was aware of his cousin’s more traditional outlook on succession. It was pretty evident to him Frederik awaited a son to groom as his successor.
“When the time comes for her to take initiative, God will make time for me to keep after her. Until then, I must focus on what I must do first, before anything else.” The Emperor spoke sternly, carrying an air of imperial authority in his voice that was previously absent - one he usually spoke with in court.
Rasmus shook his head, “You really are more stubborn than a bull. You’d do well to get some ideas through that thick skull of yours.” He snided with a slight laugh.
Frederik raised his head, “You know, you seem to forget who you are speaking to sometimes. I wouldn’t let anyone else speak to me that way without consequences.”
“That’s exactly why I am telling you this.” The older prince laughed.
Frederik smiled and shook his head, “You clearly are the same as you’ve always been. I always wondered what Alma saw in you, other than your rank and bloodline.”
Rasmus playfully gave a punch on Frederik’s shoulder, “Perhaps it’s something you’ll never understand, my dear Frede.”
There was a momentary pause in the room before Rasmus turned to Leo, “So, Lele, on the market tonight or already got someone?”
Leo grinned, “I’m taken, unfortunately.”
“Unfortunate for the girls here tonight. I’m sure they can’t resist seeing you.” Rasmus laughed, “Who is the very lucky woman?”
“It’ll be a surprise, as the best ones are.” Leo continued grinning, “Although I’m sure Brada and Svaga have caught on.”
Frederik smirked, “I won’t spoil it for Rasmus - or your mother.” The Emperor walked towards the window on the side of the ballroom, which faced out into the beautifully pruned gardens outside, “Everyone here must recognize our might, after all.”
“Where are the ladies at, anyways?” Leo asked, as he followed Frederik towards the window.
“I believe they’re going to see Madalena, then get some final hair and makeup done before getting ready for the night.” Rasmus informed them as he followed, with Andre in suit behind him.
“Maybe I’ll find someone tonight too, Brada. A beautiful maiden to take her hand and dance with.” Andre mentioned, somewhat eagerly.
Frederik’s gaze turned cold and dry, “Andre, you must be very careful not to fall into the influence of the wrong kind of people.”
“Oh please Brada, I’m old enough to figure out who’s trustworthy and who isn’t.” Andre retorted defiantly.
Leo put a hand around Andre’s shoulder, “You’ve grown to be a handsome young man. I think you’ll do just fine.”
The Emperor continued to silently gaze at the palace gardens outside the window, a cold, stoic expression once again formed on his face.
Livonia scrambled to get things settled in the palace’s nursery, keeping the room quiet for the heiress-apparent of Aureumterra to sleep in peace. Madalena often got very cranky in the afternoon if she was woken up, and it would be crucial for her to remain calm at least tonight, while all the commotion went on below in the palace. A group of nurses, ladies-in-waiting, courtiers, and Imperial Guards stood by, while Livonia softly cradled her liege’s daughter in her arms and carefully placed her to rest.
“I don’t think I’ve seen the court this lively since the Coronation.” A hushed voice spoke so as to not wake the royal infant. Watching the steady build-up of arrivals from the window of the nursery, the very tall woman - standing at over six feet and eight inches - fiddled with a small icon attached to a chain around her neck in her hands as she watched the small parade of Aureumterran royals make their entrances. A fair few of them she already recognised, though to some she had only spoken a few words before. Court life was quite siloed, and the opportunities that arose to break out of them were extremely rare, and always choreographed.
That wasn’t of much concern to Hephaestia, however. As the court Siakala, her main focus was the Emperor himself, and therefore by extension those in his immediate sphere. Having taken the posting not long before the passing of his mother, she had observed the many subtle but significant changes in the temperament of the Imperial Court, some of which was beginning to raise a degree of alarm with her compatriots all the way in Krytopia. The Emperor’s determination in regards to the fragile situation with Sombreland was something that the Caesar - his “Heavenly Sibling” by a two-century old treaty, for whom Hephaestia acted as a sort of spiritual guardian and herald - wanted to mitigate as much as possible, though the window seemed to be closing rather quickly.
Hope was not to be lost, though, as the Siakala’s of the past two centuries had built up quite an established reputation and rapport among the spiritual children of Cnut I - the “Heavenly Father”, as he was called. It was through them that the Kylarnatians and Aureumterrans had forged quite a unique, somewhat esoteric understanding of each other, and so they could speak to each other in ways that contemporary diplomacy could not hope to emulate. It was a rare art; a spiritual attunement even rarer still amongst many citizens of the world, yet the adherents of both Mother and Father understood each other very well.
So it was for that reason that Hephaestia - an orphaned child taken in by the Magii (elder women) of her revered monastery on the islands of Lemnia, a former soldier now turned dedicated purveyor of sacred religious and spiritual knowledge - found herself millions of miles from home, ascended to a rank and station that the people of her birthplace could only imagine in their wildest dreams. She certainly wasn’t the archetypal image of a lady at court. Her hands showed years of tinkering and hard work, the exposed tanned flesh of her arms and neck revealing plenty of burns and scars from close scrapes with past enemies, for she was not afraid to bare them or express her years visibly. Despite having been gone from military service for almost a decade, she still kept her auburn hair very short as if to avoid helmet hair, and her body was still in fairly lean fighting condition.
Her clothes were not over extravagant as far as court dresses went, though by no means were they lacking in detail. Wearing a light sleeveless saffron tunic, the embroidery very intricately contained multiple verses of Seraphic script, and on the back featured an image of the smiths of Vulcan carrying out their work. Her long pants merged with the imagery, with the volcanoes of the cuffs spewing forth smoke and ash that fuelled the work of the smiths above. Her suede shoes, which allowed her to walk quietly across the floor, mimicked the greeny-white foam of a rolling tide in colour.
Turning her attention away from the window and facing Livonia directly, she observed how she held the infant Madalena with the most urgent care, and even after placing her down in her cot was still for a few moments before she could move away. Smiling, a less nervous Hephaestia came over to observe the slumbering princess.
“At least someone is able to enjoy the gift of rest.” She continued to speak softly. “May the Mother bring her ever pleasant dreams.” She placed a reassuring hand on Livonia’s shoulder, to reassure her that she had done a good job.
Livonia beamed as she looked upon the sleeping princess, oblivious and blissful amidst the world surrounding her. She quietly whispered, “And the Father as well, Amen. Seeing her face like that brings me so much joy every day, almost like a beam of light in a cave of darkness.”
Livonia wore a rather simple leaf and flower patterned court dress, characteristic of those of Ingrid’s ladies in waiting. Ingrid had entrusted her with the task of caring for Madalena’s day to day needs, an honor which she was happy to fulfill. It had been many years of her being in the Empress’ service, Ingrid had shaped the young woman to be the Empress’ unofficial right hand and close confidante. The lady-in-waiting respected Ingrid more than any other person she knew, on her part.
Livonia looked up to see the Empress, accompanied by the other Imperial women, opening the door of the nursery. She curtsied to the Empress, as per her protocol, and quietly approached her. “She’s sleeping.” Livonia whispered to the arriving women.
Hephaestia acknowledged the approach of the Imperial women with a traditional Sacerdotium bow of respect, clasping her hands over her heart and lowering her head. She held it there for a good few seconds before returning to a more relaxed posture.
Ingrid nodded and remained silent, as did the others. Heike and Estelle smiled and quietly waved to Livonia and Hephaestia, the former of whom smiled in return and nodded in acknowledgment without speaking. Maja and Alma remained behind, somewhat stiff as they approached the small cradled bed in the center of the nursery.
Ingrid was the first to peer in, being unable to help herself from beaming widely at the sight of her daughter. The other women followed, casting their eyes upon the heiress-apparent to the Midnight Sun Throne in person for the first time. Heike leaned back and whispered to Ingrid, “She’s beautiful.”
“She has her father’s face,” Estelle remarked softly, “And her mother’s eyes.” They moved back, all smiling seeing her. Livonia beckoned for them to come to the other side of the door, so as to allow the child to sleep in peace.
Ingrid nodded, and the room emptied out as they made their way to the other side of the glass door, Livonia carefully shutting it before closing the latch. Now back to her normal volume, she chuckled, “She can be a little explosive if woken up at this time, hopefully she gets a good rest so she’ll be happy for the rest of the day.”
Heike nodded, “Of course.” The elder woman peered into the glass, “Such a wonderful gift, Ingrid. I’m sure you will enjoy the journey with her, and other children to come.”
Ingrid turned back from looking through the glass, “I look forward to it, and to spend more time with her in the near future.”
Heike looked back at the gathered women, nodding in respect to the Siakala, “Greetings, it is a pleasure seeing you again.”
Hephaestia smiled warmly at the acknowledgement from the senior Imperial Princess, the sister of the late Empress. “Mother’s blessings to you, your Imperial Highness. It’s a pleasure seeing you as well; I’m glad that such a joyous occasion has brought our company together again. I trust you’ve been keeping well?”
Heike smiled and nodded in return, “I have indeed. I am glad to be reunited with everyone at last.”
Alma raised an eyebrow, somewhat confused by the exchange, she looked to Hephaestia, “Excuse me, my apologies but I don’t believe we have met. I’m Alma, wife of Prince Rasmus” She spoke somewhat anxiously, as she often did in courtly settings she wasn’t used to, “Who… are you?” She quietly hoped she didn’t make any mistakes or speak out of line.
Hephaestia turned to Alma, her expression warm and inviting, almost keen to have met someone who didn’t fully realise who she was. “Ah, well met, your grace. I am Hephaestia, and I hail from the Imperium Antiquum Kylarnatiae in the faraway lands of Gholgoth. I am a devout daughter of the Grand Mother, and serve here at the behest of my most heavenly sovereign, Caesar, conveying her divinely sanctioned words and providing counsel to His Imperial Majesty in all matters spiritual and otherwise.”
As she passionately explained her station in a clear and simplified manner, Hephaestia held onto the icon she wore around her neck, which to anyone who looked closely would be able to see was a miniature bust portrait Caesar as a younger woman, still displaying a customary sidelock of braided hair which denoted her youth, suggesting that the Siakala had received it quite some time ago.
“That’s the gist of it, anyway.” She concluded, defaulting to a slightly less formal tone. “I suppose this will be an occasion of meeting a lot of new people, won’t it, your grace?” Hephaestia was politely speaking around the fact that she clearly already had heard a bit about who Alma was, due to the commotion that her engagement to Prince Rasmus had caused.
Alma was somewhat taken aback by Hephaestia’s introduction, given her spiritually high standing. She somewhat reddened, “I-I’m sorry for not recognizing you. You certainly have a high position and duty to fulfill.” She eased up a little, “I suppose I can’t really match such a position” she said somewhat in jest. “I have only been in court a few times prior, there are still many who I have yet to meet. I was born of common blood, grew up in Drødal up North. I was an actress in a few movies you may know- at the time they were pretty big hits in Aureumterra and the region.” Alma reminisced, lifting her hand up as if to display her wedding ring, “Of course, before I met my now husband.” She paused, “I apologize if I spoke out of line, I’m still getting used to all of this even after many years.”
Hephaestia nodded politely as she listened to Alma explain her background. While she had pieced it together back when the court mill was swirling with gossip about the engagement, she much preferred that she could now hear it directly from the person’s own mouth. When the young woman went to apologise, she raised her hand. “There’s absolutely no need to apologise, your grace. As I’m sure many of the Imperial women can attest to, Court life is a particularly atypical affair compared to the everyday; it would be unreasonable to expect you to know me, though I’m very happy to have made your acquaintance now.”
Heike put a hand on Alma’s shoulder, reassuring her, “It’s fine, no one bites.” She chuckled. She turned to the Siakala, “Speaking of your homeland - should we expect anyone else from Kylarnatia tonight?”
Hephaestia smiled, a twinkle appearing in one of her dark hazel eyes. “Yes, I’m told we can expect a small delegation being led by one of Caesar’s beloved nieces of the venerable house of Silvanus, accompanied by the Right Honourable Ambassador.” To any among them who knew even the basics of Kylarnatian history, the Silvanus were the current Imperial Family of Kylarnatia, and one of its Great Families; one of the oldest, in fact, said to be descended from the Ancestress Minerva.
“I’m told they come bearing gifts not only for His Imperial Majesty, but also for Her Imperial Highness.” She winked, tilting her head towards the door of the nursery. “But I shall say no more until the reception this evening. I shall also convey a message from Caesar herself to His Majesty; I know she would have liked to have been here, but unfortunately affairs in Gholgoth as they are right now, her attentions are needed there.” Her expression and tone seemed to grow a little dower, as if the thought of the inevitable conflict back home brought back unpleasant memories.
“It is understandable - and unfortunate that such challenges transpire in the world around us, constantly testing our resolve and faith.” Ingrid spoke solemnly, her voice taking on the tone of a wise mother. “Please pass both of our regards to Her Majesty as well, and we look forward to receiving Her guests.” The Empress pondered some of her own thoughts on the matter, pertaining to the wider region and beyond. She knew that many of her own ambitions depended on those of her husband’s, and was keen to use her station to her advantage to steer things in a direction she preferred. Nonetheless, Ingrid was intelligent, and knew when to speak her thoughts.
“Wisely spoken, your Highness.” Hephaestia gave a graceful bow of her head to the Imperial Consort. “I know that my Sovereign would agree with you. Rest assured that the Mother's children are ready, both in body and spirit, for the task at hand. I shall of course pass on your regards.”
The Siakala held genuine respect for Ingrid, having recognised even from when she first met her as the Crown Princess that she was a woman of sharp intellect and shrewd action. It was necessary, really, for the sort of environment that they were existing in. As the Imperial Consort, it made it so that she - more than anyone else - had the Emperor's ear, and as such it paid dividends for Hephaestia to maintain a close relationship with both. There was no understanding one without the other.
Livonia adjusted dress, her liege’s portrait visibly affirmed to her chest, as she turned towards her, “I believe things are all set here, my Empress.”
Ingrid smiled and nodded in acknowledgement of Hephaestia, “Much appreciated.” She looked at the rest of the women, “I’m sure you are all tired from traveling. Take some time to get settled - and be in the East dining room for lunch.” She grinned, “The only way you can offend me is by not eating.”
“You’re turning more and more into a mom already,” Maja snided with a smirk. The second youngest of Heike’s children was somewhat infamous for her informal nature and disregard for conventions. “I wouldn’t want to face your wrath.” She said with a sarcastic tone.
“That would be a wise choice, Maja.” Ingrid commented in a somewhat stern tone, albeit nonetheless lightly. The Empress turned to her lady-in-waiting as the other women dispersed, “Go to the ballroom and get the boys too.”
Livonia curtsied and left promptly. She made her way down the grand, intricate staircase that wrapped around the rotunda coming from the two wings down to the ground level. She looked forward to the occasion that night, not only as a break from the hectic work schedule she had taken on in the Empress’ service, but a moment to finally reveal to everyone her longtime relationship. She had hoped he would have had the guts to come out and court her earlier, but she could scarcely contain her excitement for the night to come… the gala and beyond.
Hephaestia politely took her leave from Ingrid, Heike and the rest of the Imperial Family as they all retired for the afternoon. She made her way through the winding corridors of Gustavsborg with a degree of comfort in her surroundings; while it wasn’t a permanent residence, the fact that she had arrived just prior to the late Empress’ passing and funeral, and then the coronation of Frederik not long after, meant that she had gotten to know the Palace quicker than some of her predecessors had done.
Eventually she came to one of the entrances of the East Wing, guarded and specially cordoned, for it was usually reserved solely for the use of the Imperial Family. Yet as she appeared around the corner the guards already stood to attention and began opening the cordon; one of the perks of being the Siakala meant that you were considered an essential member of the inner circle, and so you were always kept close. Passing through, she took only a few more turns - passing many hallmarks and relics of Aureumterran culture and history - until she reached a set of ornate doors, impressed with an image of the Grand Mother as Queen of Heaven. Using a rather heavy iron key that she kept in her pocket, she turned the old lock and walked in.
The Quarters of the Siakala had been the living space of all her predecessors prior, reaching all the way back to 1815. What existed on the other side of the portal was a veritable cornucopia of acquired trinkets and knowledge: tall oak shelves filled with scrolls of handwritten parchment, old hand-bound books with uneven pages. The walls decorated with the embellishments of successive esoterica, showing the constellations of the universe which saw the alignment of both the sovereigns of Auremterra and Kylarnatia as rightful masters of their own heavenly realms, each indispensable to the fight against evil. Hephaestia’s own personal inclusions included a set of smithing tools which she had mounted to the wall; they were quite plain in comparison, but to her they signified the dignity of honest and hard work, a proud value of her native island home. All these symbols were meant to inspire the Siakala in her never ending work of documenting the evolving theology of the celestial siblings of the Hæstirétt and Avarkryeas.
Sitting on the bed, she began to ponder what to expect from the upcoming events of the evening, certain in her attire and her duties, but a little less certain of what she could expect to witness from the Emperor and his family. If the few bits she did pick up on earlier in the day were any indication, it could prove to be quite a valuable insight.
Potens, Aureumterra
There were few times the Imperial Court was as busy as it was over the past few days. Dignitaries to Höll Glæsilegt being fairly rare in general, receiving the Crown Prince of Ghant for a more intimate meeting at the main Imperial Palace served as a prelude to the event to come. The Crown Prince’s initial stay served as both a personal - regarding his rumored courtship with Christina, Imperial Princess of Aureumterra - and a diplomatic event between the two neighboring empires.
Through the afternoon and into the evening, there weren’t any formal events involving the two parties, at least until dinner. Time was given for the Ghantish to attend to their own needs and duties, while the household staff at Glæsilegt prepared for the dinner that night. The dinner was a fairly rare opportunity for members of the Ghantish party to personally meet with the Emperor and Empress in Glæsilegt, being a much more formal event than the casual lunch they had earlier with the Crown Prince alone.
The Crown Prince attended wearing formal attire of the Ghantish Imperial Court, and was accompanied by the various dignitaries and diplomats who had traveled with him. His illegitimate half-brother Victor joined them at the table, though the Crown Prince had urged him to keep a low profile, hoping to hide his father’s shame and his mother’s insult from the Aureumterran Emperor and Empress. To that end, Victor wore a uniform consistent with a member of the Imperial entourage, but not that of a Prince of Ghant. Indeed, the Crown Prince was keen to keep the dinner as formal and reserved as possible, especially considering how Ghantish diplomats had, in the past, been prone to gaffes, and the Crown Prince was not one to be embarrassed, least of all by a politician.
As such, a carefully orchestrated standard state dinner followed, with dignitaries from each side exchanging pleasantries, affirming commitments to bilateral ties, and all the usual orders of business that came with such affairs. The Emperor, Empress, and Christina having shed their more inquisitive and curious tones earlier for a façade of diplomatic pleasance in the presence of various bureaucrats and diplomats.
Afterwards, everyone dispersed to unwind and retire for the night, somewhat earlier than usual, to prepare for the momentous occasion the next day. A co-celebration of the fifth year of Emperor Frederik IV’s position on the throne and the anniversary of the Eternal Coronation of Cnut I in 1060 AD, which had seen the beginning of the Empire of Aureumterra.
The Crown Prince and Victor retired from the presence of the Aureumterrans in short order following the dinner, in order to prepare for the next day’s festivities. It wasn’t lost on either of them who was coming to join them from Ghant. From what they gathered, his sister Sara, the Princess Imperial, was leading a party of Ghantish Imperial Family members consisting of their siblings Prince John, Prince Nicholas, Prince William, Princess Valerie and possibly Princess Grace, assuming she could finagle a spot in the entourage.
The Crown Prince ran through various scenarios with Victor throughout the night, assessing the variables and potential blunders each of his siblings might commit. “John is going to embarass himself, Valerie is going to say something stupid to someone, Nicholas will find a way to challenge my authority publicly, William is going to tell someone an off-putting joke and Grace is going to eat all the sweets if Sara is generous enough to let her attend.”
Victor didn’t seem to disagree with any of that, though he pointed out to the Crown Prince that “Sara will keep them under control.” Perhaps when they were younger that was true, but as that lot got older they seemed less inclined to cooperate. “God forbid Frederik’s man-child brother is in attendance,” the Crown Prince dragged his hands down his face with an audible groan. “Valerie would have a great deal of amusement at the poor prince’s expense.” His mind for the rest of the night, even as he retired to his own chambers and laid down to go to sleep, was focused on damage control.
Rather uncharacteristic for his personality, the Emperor was fairly anxious in anticipation of the event. Frederik had maintained an enigmatic public image since his time taking the throne, having been raised to constantly be stoic, expressionless, and rarely too exposed to the public eye personally. Unlike his mother’s outgoing, charming, maternal public image, the Emperor was a mystery to many in Aureumterra itself. His wife often took on most publicly facing duties, attending to various functions, charity events, and public projects in front of the camera, while he preferred the comfort of his palaces and estates. Most foreign dignitaries, save for those with familial ties or close personal relationships, never interacted with the Emperor personally or even set foot in court, usually keeping their business with the Chief Minister and Foreign Minister. As such, it was fairly stressful for the Emperor, making preparations for the gala to come and ensuring everything is just perfect, a characteristic of his which his sister often labeled an obsession.
As the next day arose, the seamless system the Emperor oversaw on a daily basis in his court went into overdrive, making preparations across the city of Potens, in Gustavsborg Palace, for the night to come. Hundreds of staff members scurried about Glæsilegt, making preparations for the departure of the Imperial Court and its transportation to Gustavsborg, while preparations in the latter palace had been running for a better part of a couple weeks.
Frederik was used to beginning his day well before sunrise, a practice he had retained from his time in the Imperial Navy, never missing his fitness regime in the mornings before the day’s orders of business. Following his morning routine, he reviewed final preparations for the subsequent night before preparing to travel to Gustavsborg with the rest of the Imperial Court.
Usually, the Emperor traveled within Potens by helicopter, the IFA Sølfugl, which could safely and securely make quick trips around the capital metro area without causing major disturbances to commuters in the already congested metropolis. However, due to practically the entire Imperial Court traveling, a massive motorcade was arranged to transport them across the city, the procession with the famed Sølvogn - a modified limousine which served as the official state car of the Emperor - as its centerpiece. It would be accompanied by nearly sixty vehicles comprising of courtiers, ladies-in-waiting, security and medical personnel, and the Ghantish delegation.
For residents of Potens, the motorcade was still a spectacle to behold. The Emperor rarely stepping out of the confines of the palaces by road made it a fairly remarkable event in the city, as crowds hearing the news would pour out to catch a rare live glimpse of their enigmatic sovereign.
As the procession snaked through the busy streets of the capital, with leading police and Imperial Guard vehicles closing off roads and clearing the path for it to move unimpeded, Frederik remained somewhat anxious, his mind on ensuring the night ahead went as smoothly as he preferred all things to be. He paid little heed to the devoted crowds of Imperial subjects outside the impenetrable windows of the Sølvogn, in much contrast to his wife.
Eventually, the procession made its way to its final destination. The line of vehicles entered the vast, ordered courtyard of Gustavsborg Palace. Gustavsborg could really best be described as three main buildings connected by fairly narrow corridors and passageways. On the sides were two symmetrical, flanking palace buildings that wrapped around the courtyard, showing glimpses into the gardens behind it. These two buildings mostly contained the apartments the guests would be staying in that night. The central portion of the palace was a vast spired structure, with a large, blue-golden dome that towered over the buildings of the Østerren district of Potens around it, making it the centerpiece of this structure of 19th century Imperial Aureumterran architecture. The central courtyard was vast, with an intricate fountain depicting singing angels and the Eternal Coronation of Cnut I at its nexus.
The palace was about as crawling with staff, Imperial Guards, and various official personnel for the night as Glæsilegt was. Staff awaiting the arrival of the motorcade quickly moved to open the doors of the Sølvogn, prostrating as the Emperor and Empress stepped out. The rest of the personnel accompanying them scrambled to orderly begin preparing things for the arrival of the rest of the Senior Imperial Family.
Ingrid exchanged a few words with one of the palace staff receiving the motorcade, before he walked off. She turned to her husband, “I’ve reviewed everything for the afternoon, everything is going smoothly. Captain Højin has informed me the routes are cleared, we should be ready to receive everyone as they arrive.”
“And everyone is on time?” Frederik asked, while continuing to gaze at the vast dome of the palace as he strode across the courtyard towards its gates.
“As far as I know, yes.” Ingrid nodded. The two of them were still dressed in their morning court dresses, her wearing a white dress with a rose floral patterning, a style which had become a signature of the Empress. Frederik wore his black court uniform, with the Midnight Sun emblem emblazoned on his chest and two golden chains swinging across his shoulders onto a pair of epaulets. They intended to change into their outfits for the night later.
Staff, Imperial Guards, and other personnel prostrated as the Emperor and Empress approached the palace doors, their stride uninterrupted as the doors swung open, revealing a modestly sized reception room, at other end of which, a hallway led into the main rotunda of the palace.
The rotunda of Gustavsborg was a vast, central chamber which was a magnificent work of architecture unto itself. The two sides of the room led to the hallways that connected to all of the apartments of the building, while another large set of gilded doors at the other end of the hallway led into the main ballroom - the primary venue of the gala that night. Above, the interior of the vast dome was beautifully painted, with a stunning 19th century romantic work depicting the Heavenly Fifteen, each ridge of the dome segmenting the painting into sections depicting each of the revered Hæstirétts, and the central spire depicting Cnut I himself sitting on a throne at the foot of God the Father.
Ingrid put a hand on Frederik’s shoulder as they stepped into the rotunda, “I should probably stay at the courtyard to receive our folks as they arrive.”
The Emperor nodded, turning around as the rest of the retinue made its way in. “I’ll go inspect the ballroom.”
Ingrid was about to ask why Frederik didn’t want to stay out to receive their family members, but decided against it. The pair parted ways, the monarch walking into the room while Ingrid stood for a moment by herself in the rotunda, as staff went about their duties around her. She turned around and began to walk back outside, a slower and more easy pace than the one she had earlier to keep up with her determined husband.
“Svaga!” Ingrid heard a shout, turning to find Christina approaching her in the reception room. “Sorry, I couldn’t seem to find you or Frede as I was walking in… the others must be arriving shortly, right?”
“Yes,” Ingrid nodded to Christina as she resumed her pace, “I’m heading to the courtyard, they shouldn’t be too far behind. You should probably get freshened up, we have a long day.”
“I’ll come with you, I haven’t seen them in months.” Christina smiled, as she followed Ingrid. “It is quite comforting that they’re all here, so it’s not just the four of us hosting everything tonight.”
Ingrid took a careful glance around the reception room, making sure everything was going smoothly before walking out into the courtyard, standing beneath the overhang of the palace’s main entrance. The Empress didn’t resemble her husband in most aspects, but one characteristic they both shared was their intolerance for imperfections, especially when the stakes were high. Christina stood slightly behind her, as Imperial Life Guards, dressed in ceremonial uniform, lined the road leading into the courtyard. The large motorcade that was here minutes ago had dispersed, clearing the courtyard for the arrival of more vehicles.
Among the last people to enter the palace from the first motorcade was the Crown Prince of Ghant and his entourage, who hurried into the building with the Crown Prince at the front of the party. Victor wasn’t too far behind him, and both of them admired the architecture and artistry of the palace interior. “Not bad,” the Crown Prince nodded in appreciation. “Quality craftsmanship.”
“We should have a few hours before Sara and the others arrive,” Victor said to the Crown Prince as they walked. “We can take this time to get settled into our rooms and prepare for tonight’s festivities.”
The Crown Prince nodded his head in agreement. “Yes, preparation is the key to success. I’m going to need you to keep an eye on the troublemakers tonight, Victor. I don’t need to explain which one’s I’m referring to.”
Victor understood that the troublemakers referred to Valerie, Nicholas and William specifically. The ones Bebe cannot control. Burying the thought, Victor swallowed hard and replied, “aye, I can do that.”
“Good, I would expect nothing less,” the Crown Prince nodded with a stern expression as they entered further into the palace towards the suite. “By the way, Victor, you know how these types of events have a tendency to get my blood up. I might have to acquire a squeeze for the evening, if you know what I mean.”
“...You sure that’s a good idea?” Victor understood what few people did, that Bebe, like their father, had a carnal appetite, and for all the talk of piety and chastity that surrounded the Crown Prince, he certainly enjoyed the intimate company of women. “You are here on a diplomatic mission that could result in formal courtship with Princess Christina.”
The Crown Prince laughed. “That doesn’t mean that I can’t sow my princely oats! A man is expected to be proficient in the application of his tools, after all. So let us see what wares await us at the ball, and go from there, shall we?”
“...As you say, your Highness.” The Ghantish party found their way to their suites in short order, and went into their rooms to await the rest of the Ghantish party, and the events of the evening.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ingrid noticed Christina wearing a silver heart-shaped pendant around her neck. She turned and inspected it somewhat closer, picking it in her hand and examining it, “You’re wearing it tonight?”
Christina touched the necklace with the pendant, “Yep… feel like it’s an appropriate occasion. I haven’t worn it since-”
“Our wedding.” Ingrid finished her thought.
Christina smiled, “We haven’t had anything as big since, after all. I figured I might as well wear it, mom did say it’s special.” She carefully rested the pendant back on her neck.
They were interrupted by the Imperial Guards snapping a salute as another group of vehicles drove into the courtyard. A few black SUVs with police lights accompanied a sleek, cream colored limousine. A few formally dressed staffers stepped out of one of the SUVs, opening the door of the limousine, allowing an aged woman dressed in a blue fur coat and scarf to step out. She donned a somewhat clumsy but large blue sun hat, and carried a black leather designer purse in her right arm. Her chest carried the Midnight Sun Emblem and the Åltæden’s coat of arms, making it known she was a woman of senior Imperial rank. She didn’t have a very tall stature, but her gray hair and face nonetheless carried a warm, somewhat maternal charm. Another, much younger woman exited from the other side, with jet black hair and a smaller but similar hat. She wore a fairly simple floral dress and bore the same emblem on her breast as the other woman.
Christina rushed forward and embraced the older woman in a tight hug, “Auntie! It is so good to see you again!”
Heike - sister of the late Hæstirétta - embraced Christina in a somewhat protective gesture, “You’ve grown so much, Chrissy! Soon you’ll be walking down the aisle before you know it.”
Christina laughed, easing herself out of the hug, “Best not to rush things, after all, who knows what surprises tonight holds.”
Heike grinned, “I’ve heard you’ve been courted…?”
The princess maintained a slight smile, “It’s not official… at least not yet. But he is here, and he seems… decent so far.”
Heike somewhat lowered her voice, leaning into Christina, “Be careful, men can be shifty. It’s not a decision to take lightly. You don’t want to end up regretting it when it’s too late.”
Christina nodded, letting out a slight sigh, “I’ll observe him more tonight. I’ve heard enough about his father, but thankfully he seems quite unlike him. And, well, if one thing doesn’t work out, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.”
The matronly older woman leaned back and smiled warmly, giving Christina a pat on the shoulder, “Of course, as always. I’m just happy that you seem to be happy, it’s strange seeing you after so long. I still remember the girl who would clumsily fall off horses at Överhallen.”
Christina blushed, looking down while smiling, “Don’t remind me.”
Heike caught sight of her pendant, “It’s wonderful to see you wearing that again.” She told the younger princess, gazing at the sleek silver heart on Christina’s chest.
The two were interrupted by the other younger woman, exiting the limousine from the other door, “If you two are done with your reunion, I need to know where I should tell the staff to put my things.” Her locks of brown hair rested on her shoulders, giving a clean-cut appearance.
“Come on Maja, at least say hello to your cousin first.” Heike scolded, a frown forming on her face.
Christina snickered, “I see you haven’t changed, Maja.”
“-And, I can take care of that.” Ingrid announced as she approached the limousine. “Everything will be where you’re staying, the staff will take care of everything.”
Heike looked to see the Empress, “Oh Ingrid! I didn’t even notice you, I’m so sorry!” She walked up and hugged the Empress, who returned the gesture. “And congratulations!”
“No problem at all, and thank you. I hope you’ve been in good health.” Ingrid smiled at Heike.
“I’ve been just fine. And you, dear?”
“Busy, mostly.” The Empress remarked with a somewhat exhausted smile.
“Oh I can imagine. You seem like you’re always everywhere.” Heike put her purse up as she straightened herself.
“What can I say? It’s part of my lot in life, after all.” Ingrid chuckled, “I don’t have as much going on with appearances or events after tonight. Should give some time to unwind.”
“You are always welcome at Margatetshavn, dear. You should come by sometimes, bring Madalena too.” Heike offered the Empress.
Ingrid nodded, looking back towards Gustavsborg, “Frederik and I are planning to spend a week or two at Heidrakorounu after this. I really haven’t had any time with Madalena, this would be my first opportunity to spend some time with her.” It had been about half a year since Frederik and Ingrid had their first daughter.
“Where is she now?” Heike asked.
“She should be sleeping, she usually does in the afternoon. I left her with my ladies.” Ingrid replied. “You can see her if you want, she started doing short crawls now, and has learned to say “Mama.”
Heike put her hands crossed over her heart, “Oh that’s precious! I haven’t had a chance to properly congratulate the two of you. Where is Frede?”
Ingrid’s smile somewhat stammered, “He’s in the ballroom, feel free to go in, he’ll be delighted to see you again.”
Heike furrowed her brow, “I hope he’s doing well.”
Ingrid shrugged, “You know how it is.”
Heike nodded and began to make her way into the palace when she caught sight of a young man with curly brown hair in a black princely court dress walking out.
“Leo! Come to mama!” She beamed as Leo blushed, looking down. Nonetheless, he walked forward and embraced Heike in an intimate hug. “I’ve been worried about you! So much is happening in court, I hear.”
“Not to worry, mom. They’re taking good care of me.” Leo laughed.
Maja approached from behind, smirking at Leo, “So do you get to sign off on starting wars yet?”
“Fortunately not.” Leo hugged Maja as well, “I hope you aren’t fucking that overrated punk rock guy anymore.”
“Leo!” Heike exclaimed, to which he smirked.
“We’re over. I’m back on the prowl now.” Maja looked back at the palace, “Wonder if anyone interesting is coming tonight.”
“I think you’d be hard pressed to find a man of your type tonight, unless there’s some surprises.” Leo said with a grin, “I do have the guest list… there are some Norfolkites but they’re all women. Maybe one of the princes may hold a surprise.”
“I wonder how Brada will react to them. Hopefully not explosively.” Maja smiled.
Leo shook his head, “I think he’s just worried about everything going smoothly more than anything else. You know how it is.”
“The obsessive perfectionist, as always.” Christina chimed in as she approached the siblings. “I hope he mellows out a bit, he can be scary to guests otherwise.” She said with a sarcastic chuckle.
Another convoy of vehicles entered the courtyard, this time with two limousines. Imperial Guards opened the doors for both, with a middle aged man and a woman with bright blonde hair stepping out of the first limousine, while a young, late teenage boy stepped out of the second one accompanied by a relatively older but nonetheless young woman on the other side. All of them wore Midnight Sun emblems on their chests.
Christina ran to the young boy and hugged him, “Andre! How was your semester?”
“Not bad, I get my first deployment early next year.” His tone carried a degree of nervousness as he remarked. “Where is Brada?”
“He’s inside. I think he’ll be happy to see you, you don’t know how anxious he gets about you.” Christina leaned down to Andre as she spoke, “We have other guests arriving soon too, so you may want to go see him.”
Andre nodded and stood up, he hugged and exchanged pleasantries with Ingrid and made his way into the palace. The middle aged man and woman accompanying him - Rasmus and Alma - meanwhile hugged Leo, “How have you been, Lele?”
Leo rolled his eyes at his older brother’s nickname, one that he had carried for his entire life from him, “Please don’t.”
Rasmus laughed and put a hand on Leo’s shoulder, while Alma nervously stood by. Ingrid recognized her anxiety and smiled warmly at her, “It’s wonderful seeing you as well. You look as beautiful as ever, Alma.”
Alma slightly smiled, acknowledging the Empress’ compliment. Despite all the years, she still felt somewhat anxious at formal events with the clan, taking a while to open up. Unlike the others present, she was born a commoner, working as an actress in Drødal for many years when she met Rasmus. Their union was a controversial one within the clan at the time, due to Rasmus’ senior rank, but they nonetheless went through with it and married. Alma initially felt quite intimidated in the presence of the other senior members of the clan, especially the then Crown Prince and Crown Princess - now Emperor and Empress - but nonetheless mellowed over the years to become more comfortable in their presence.
Rasmus hugged the Empress, greeting her with a kiss on her hand, “As are you, Ingrid. Congratulations, by the way.”
Ingrid continued to smile, “Thank you. It’s been a busy few months, as you can probably relate.”
Alma nodded, “Although it is nice to have an entire team to take care of your daughter for you. Makes your own life much easier.”
Ingrid sighed, glancing at the courtyard, “Perhaps. I do wish I got more time with her though, I hopefully should in the coming weeks.”
The other younger woman, who had exited the limousine with Andre meanwhile hugged Christina.
“Estelle! I didn’t expect to see you here.” Christina exclaimed, as she exchanged pleasantries with her.
“Mom told me quite late, but I took some time off from my work in Eyjanes to attend. Met up with mom, Rasmus and Alma yesterday and picked Andre up at that. We’ve been bouncing around since last night.” Estelle said somewhat tiredly, smiling in acknowledgment to Ingrid as well.
“You have some time to rest before the guests of the night arrive, thankfully.” Christina informed her, “Speaking of Eyjanes, how are the horses looking?”
“They’re all healthy and groomed, we plan on putting them in the race next month, but we have a bit more conditioning to do prior.” The younger princess told Christina, speaking about her prized Lagomvík horses, a five-gaited breed only found in the warm regions of southern Aureumterra.
“I’ll head inside.” Heike informed the group that had gathered in the courtyard, as she made her way into the palace.
Rasmus nodded to her, “I’ll catch up with you there in a bit, mom.”
The Imperial Guards opened the doors to the ballroom as Heike’s stiletto boots made echoing clicking noises in the vast interior of the room. Frederik and Andre stood at the center of the room, examining a golden, bejeweled fountain which would serve as a centerpiece in the ballroom that night, one which depicted horses facing upwards towards the roof, with a figure depicting Hæstirétta Lisette II in full regalia in the middle, on a throne held up by angels.
The monarch turned around as he heard Heike stepping in, almost on instinct putting a protective hand on Andre’s shoulder, before realizing who it was. She curtsied to Frederik, as was custom when greeting the Hæstirétt no matter one’s own rank.
Frederik cracked a rare smile, and embraced Heike in an intimate hug, “I’m happy you could make it, aunt.”
She lifted her hand, straightening the Emperor’s hair and returning his smile, “I wouldn’t miss it.” She paused, taking Frederik’s hands in her own, and looking at him in the eyes, “How has your health been, Frede?”
“I have been… fine. The headaches aren’t going away, but I have been given a therapeutic relaxation routine by the doctors.” The monarch said, gripping Heike’s hands, both of their voices lowered despite the presence of no one else but Andre in the room.
“Take care of yourself, dear. I know you like to keep things regimented and strict, but it’s always important to unwind and relax from time to time, focus on yourself and make sure that you are okay. That is the most important thing.” She paused, reminiscing her thoughts, “You are much like your mother in this regard. Take care of yourself first, everything else can wait.”
Frederik gave a long sigh, “God has decided to place the burden of being His vicar and link upon me. Such a duty comes with its sacrifices, aunt.”
“It does, but you must be in good form to carry out your sacred task.” Heike whispered, the two having lowered their heads close to one another, “It is important you make every decree and call with a clear, thoughtful head. Don’t feed into your impulses and your whims, it is very risky.”
“The Holy Spirit shall decide where my fate goes, aunt. Everything I do is towards the service of my eternal duty. The Spirit inspired me, I am confident of my decisions.” Frederik’s voice stiffened somewhat, as if he was justifying his nature. The monarch had been at the center of the rapidly rising tensions in the region, which emerged from his desire to restore unquestioned Aureumterran dominance over Esvanovia as a whole.
Heike nodded in acknowledgement, “I understand, Frede. But you do need to contemplate it carefully. Be restrained, your words can affect the lives of billions and change the course of history. It is not something to take at face value, everything you do extends beyond the realm of temporal matters.”
Frederik closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was thinking over Heike’s words, before looking her in the eyes, “I am confident, aunt. Under my vision, Det Stórveldi will become the master of the entire world. Trust me.”
“Your mother did not have to sing her own praises, her subjects showered her with them. She did not have to build her own statues, her subjects did that for her by their own accord. She never had to fear being among her people because they only showed her love and reverence. Perhaps you could learn from her more than you think.” Heike chose her words carefully, intending to acknowledge her nephew’s passionate and impulsive vision while sternly giving him a lesson - a wake up call.
Frederik was taken aback by her statement, something he took a few long minutes to consider, “Aunt, I have immense respect for you, and I know you mean well in everything you say. However, I must plead with you to not bring my mother up in everything related to me. I am a separate person, I am not her.” The jeweled golden statue of Lisette, in her imperious regal stature, gazed over the two of them almost symbolically as they spoke.
Heike nodded, “I understand Frede, and I apologize if it sounded like I was making an unfair comparison. Just… consider these words, I implore you.”
Frederik lowered his voice again, leaning into his aunt, “I understand.” The two of them clasped each other’s hands together in an intimate, almost motherly gesture, which they remained in for a few moments before the doors were opened by the Imperial Guards on the other side.
Frederik looked up to see Rasmus and Leo walking into the room, both of them bowing to the Emperor as they entered. Frederik approached Rasmus and took his right hand, the two of them firmly grasped each other and met their foreheads between them - a traditional gesture of mutual respect among Aureumterran men.
“Congratulations, Frede.” Rasmus beamed as he approached and hugged Andre, “And this young man is also going to be sailing out into the high seas soon!”
Frederik slightly grimaced, “Thank you. As for him… perhaps” He spoke coldly.
The older man shook his head, “Are you really going to worry about him there? All of us have been on those ships, out at sea, it would be uncharacteristic for someone of his rank to not gain that experience.”
Frederik walked up to Andre and put a hand on his shoulder, “I made a vow to my mother. I cannot risk anything happening to him.”
Andre looked down, “All of you were perfectly fine out at sea. Why would I be any different?!” The prince exclaimed. He often felt like he was being treated like an inanimate object. He knew his big brother had good intentions, but he was excited and eager to experience the stories he had heard from his brother and cousins of life in the Imperial Navy.
Frederik gave a long sigh, “I suppose so, Andre. We’ll see about it when the time comes - for now you must focus on finishing your semester.”
Heike observed the testy exchange with a sigh, having long been wary of her nephew’s zealous overprotectiveness of Andre. She was perhaps the only one in the room who knew the true nature of her youngest nephew, why Lisette had made Frederik vow to her on her deathbed to protect him.
“I’ll leave you boys at it, then. I should go see my grandniece.” Heike informed her son and nephew, as they nodded in acknowledgement. She left the room thereafter.
Rasmus decided to drop the touchy subject, feeling an awkward discomfort falling over the room, “How have you been, Frede? It’s been a while.”
Frederik looked up and nodded, “It has. I’ve been… fine.” He gave a somewhat sarcastic snort, “I’m alive, at least.”
Rasmus laughed, “I see your sense of humor - or lack thereof - hasn’t changed.”
Frederik once again gave a very slight smile, “Not enough time to laugh.” He paused, looking at the door, “How’s Alma?”
“We’re doing well. We adopted another dog, a pug named Monitor.” He put a hand around his cousin’s shoulder, while Frederik loosened somewhat.
“Hopefully Finnmark has a better playmate this time.” Frederik smiled more widely now, having warmed up a bit.
“Speaking of playmates - how’s Madalena?”
The Emperor paused for a moment, unsure of how to answer, “She’s doing as well as a seven month old can be, at least from what I hear.”
Rasmus raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean? You don’t see her yourself?”
“Not often. Between my entire day, it’s very hard to find any time. Ingrid’s ladies mostly deal with her.” Frederik informed.
“Deal with her? She’s your child.” Rasmus spoke in a more accusatory tone, being possibly one of the only people alive who could do so with Frederik and get away with it.
Frederik appeared taken aback by the confrontational statement, being used to those around him being deferential. He frowned, “I have a sacred duty to God that comes before everything else.”
“And someone has to be your successor someday, just as you succeeded aunt Lis.” Rasmus retorted. “She’s your daughter, Frede. You shouldn’t completely neglect time with her, you never know.” Rasmus was aware of his cousin’s more traditional outlook on succession. It was pretty evident to him Frederik awaited a son to groom as his successor.
“When the time comes for her to take initiative, God will make time for me to keep after her. Until then, I must focus on what I must do first, before anything else.” The Emperor spoke sternly, carrying an air of imperial authority in his voice that was previously absent - one he usually spoke with in court.
Rasmus shook his head, “You really are more stubborn than a bull. You’d do well to get some ideas through that thick skull of yours.” He snided with a slight laugh.
Frederik raised his head, “You know, you seem to forget who you are speaking to sometimes. I wouldn’t let anyone else speak to me that way without consequences.”
“That’s exactly why I am telling you this.” The older prince laughed.
Frederik smiled and shook his head, “You clearly are the same as you’ve always been. I always wondered what Alma saw in you, other than your rank and bloodline.”
Rasmus playfully gave a punch on Frederik’s shoulder, “Perhaps it’s something you’ll never understand, my dear Frede.”
There was a momentary pause in the room before Rasmus turned to Leo, “So, Lele, on the market tonight or already got someone?”
Leo grinned, “I’m taken, unfortunately.”
“Unfortunate for the girls here tonight. I’m sure they can’t resist seeing you.” Rasmus laughed, “Who is the very lucky woman?”
“It’ll be a surprise, as the best ones are.” Leo continued grinning, “Although I’m sure Brada and Svaga have caught on.”
Frederik smirked, “I won’t spoil it for Rasmus - or your mother.” The Emperor walked towards the window on the side of the ballroom, which faced out into the beautifully pruned gardens outside, “Everyone here must recognize our might, after all.”
“Where are the ladies at, anyways?” Leo asked, as he followed Frederik towards the window.
“I believe they’re going to see Madalena, then get some final hair and makeup done before getting ready for the night.” Rasmus informed them as he followed, with Andre in suit behind him.
“Maybe I’ll find someone tonight too, Brada. A beautiful maiden to take her hand and dance with.” Andre mentioned, somewhat eagerly.
Frederik’s gaze turned cold and dry, “Andre, you must be very careful not to fall into the influence of the wrong kind of people.”
“Oh please Brada, I’m old enough to figure out who’s trustworthy and who isn’t.” Andre retorted defiantly.
Leo put a hand around Andre’s shoulder, “You’ve grown to be a handsome young man. I think you’ll do just fine.”
The Emperor continued to silently gaze at the palace gardens outside the window, a cold, stoic expression once again formed on his face.
Livonia scrambled to get things settled in the palace’s nursery, keeping the room quiet for the heiress-apparent of Aureumterra to sleep in peace. Madalena often got very cranky in the afternoon if she was woken up, and it would be crucial for her to remain calm at least tonight, while all the commotion went on below in the palace. A group of nurses, ladies-in-waiting, courtiers, and Imperial Guards stood by, while Livonia softly cradled her liege’s daughter in her arms and carefully placed her to rest.
“I don’t think I’ve seen the court this lively since the Coronation.” A hushed voice spoke so as to not wake the royal infant. Watching the steady build-up of arrivals from the window of the nursery, the very tall woman - standing at over six feet and eight inches - fiddled with a small icon attached to a chain around her neck in her hands as she watched the small parade of Aureumterran royals make their entrances. A fair few of them she already recognised, though to some she had only spoken a few words before. Court life was quite siloed, and the opportunities that arose to break out of them were extremely rare, and always choreographed.
That wasn’t of much concern to Hephaestia, however. As the court Siakala, her main focus was the Emperor himself, and therefore by extension those in his immediate sphere. Having taken the posting not long before the passing of his mother, she had observed the many subtle but significant changes in the temperament of the Imperial Court, some of which was beginning to raise a degree of alarm with her compatriots all the way in Krytopia. The Emperor’s determination in regards to the fragile situation with Sombreland was something that the Caesar - his “Heavenly Sibling” by a two-century old treaty, for whom Hephaestia acted as a sort of spiritual guardian and herald - wanted to mitigate as much as possible, though the window seemed to be closing rather quickly.
Hope was not to be lost, though, as the Siakala’s of the past two centuries had built up quite an established reputation and rapport among the spiritual children of Cnut I - the “Heavenly Father”, as he was called. It was through them that the Kylarnatians and Aureumterrans had forged quite a unique, somewhat esoteric understanding of each other, and so they could speak to each other in ways that contemporary diplomacy could not hope to emulate. It was a rare art; a spiritual attunement even rarer still amongst many citizens of the world, yet the adherents of both Mother and Father understood each other very well.
So it was for that reason that Hephaestia - an orphaned child taken in by the Magii (elder women) of her revered monastery on the islands of Lemnia, a former soldier now turned dedicated purveyor of sacred religious and spiritual knowledge - found herself millions of miles from home, ascended to a rank and station that the people of her birthplace could only imagine in their wildest dreams. She certainly wasn’t the archetypal image of a lady at court. Her hands showed years of tinkering and hard work, the exposed tanned flesh of her arms and neck revealing plenty of burns and scars from close scrapes with past enemies, for she was not afraid to bare them or express her years visibly. Despite having been gone from military service for almost a decade, she still kept her auburn hair very short as if to avoid helmet hair, and her body was still in fairly lean fighting condition.
Her clothes were not over extravagant as far as court dresses went, though by no means were they lacking in detail. Wearing a light sleeveless saffron tunic, the embroidery very intricately contained multiple verses of Seraphic script, and on the back featured an image of the smiths of Vulcan carrying out their work. Her long pants merged with the imagery, with the volcanoes of the cuffs spewing forth smoke and ash that fuelled the work of the smiths above. Her suede shoes, which allowed her to walk quietly across the floor, mimicked the greeny-white foam of a rolling tide in colour.
Turning her attention away from the window and facing Livonia directly, she observed how she held the infant Madalena with the most urgent care, and even after placing her down in her cot was still for a few moments before she could move away. Smiling, a less nervous Hephaestia came over to observe the slumbering princess.
“At least someone is able to enjoy the gift of rest.” She continued to speak softly. “May the Mother bring her ever pleasant dreams.” She placed a reassuring hand on Livonia’s shoulder, to reassure her that she had done a good job.
Livonia beamed as she looked upon the sleeping princess, oblivious and blissful amidst the world surrounding her. She quietly whispered, “And the Father as well, Amen. Seeing her face like that brings me so much joy every day, almost like a beam of light in a cave of darkness.”
Livonia wore a rather simple leaf and flower patterned court dress, characteristic of those of Ingrid’s ladies in waiting. Ingrid had entrusted her with the task of caring for Madalena’s day to day needs, an honor which she was happy to fulfill. It had been many years of her being in the Empress’ service, Ingrid had shaped the young woman to be the Empress’ unofficial right hand and close confidante. The lady-in-waiting respected Ingrid more than any other person she knew, on her part.
Livonia looked up to see the Empress, accompanied by the other Imperial women, opening the door of the nursery. She curtsied to the Empress, as per her protocol, and quietly approached her. “She’s sleeping.” Livonia whispered to the arriving women.
Hephaestia acknowledged the approach of the Imperial women with a traditional Sacerdotium bow of respect, clasping her hands over her heart and lowering her head. She held it there for a good few seconds before returning to a more relaxed posture.
Ingrid nodded and remained silent, as did the others. Heike and Estelle smiled and quietly waved to Livonia and Hephaestia, the former of whom smiled in return and nodded in acknowledgment without speaking. Maja and Alma remained behind, somewhat stiff as they approached the small cradled bed in the center of the nursery.
Ingrid was the first to peer in, being unable to help herself from beaming widely at the sight of her daughter. The other women followed, casting their eyes upon the heiress-apparent to the Midnight Sun Throne in person for the first time. Heike leaned back and whispered to Ingrid, “She’s beautiful.”
“She has her father’s face,” Estelle remarked softly, “And her mother’s eyes.” They moved back, all smiling seeing her. Livonia beckoned for them to come to the other side of the door, so as to allow the child to sleep in peace.
Ingrid nodded, and the room emptied out as they made their way to the other side of the glass door, Livonia carefully shutting it before closing the latch. Now back to her normal volume, she chuckled, “She can be a little explosive if woken up at this time, hopefully she gets a good rest so she’ll be happy for the rest of the day.”
Heike nodded, “Of course.” The elder woman peered into the glass, “Such a wonderful gift, Ingrid. I’m sure you will enjoy the journey with her, and other children to come.”
Ingrid turned back from looking through the glass, “I look forward to it, and to spend more time with her in the near future.”
Heike looked back at the gathered women, nodding in respect to the Siakala, “Greetings, it is a pleasure seeing you again.”
Hephaestia smiled warmly at the acknowledgement from the senior Imperial Princess, the sister of the late Empress. “Mother’s blessings to you, your Imperial Highness. It’s a pleasure seeing you as well; I’m glad that such a joyous occasion has brought our company together again. I trust you’ve been keeping well?”
Heike smiled and nodded in return, “I have indeed. I am glad to be reunited with everyone at last.”
Alma raised an eyebrow, somewhat confused by the exchange, she looked to Hephaestia, “Excuse me, my apologies but I don’t believe we have met. I’m Alma, wife of Prince Rasmus” She spoke somewhat anxiously, as she often did in courtly settings she wasn’t used to, “Who… are you?” She quietly hoped she didn’t make any mistakes or speak out of line.
Hephaestia turned to Alma, her expression warm and inviting, almost keen to have met someone who didn’t fully realise who she was. “Ah, well met, your grace. I am Hephaestia, and I hail from the Imperium Antiquum Kylarnatiae in the faraway lands of Gholgoth. I am a devout daughter of the Grand Mother, and serve here at the behest of my most heavenly sovereign, Caesar, conveying her divinely sanctioned words and providing counsel to His Imperial Majesty in all matters spiritual and otherwise.”
As she passionately explained her station in a clear and simplified manner, Hephaestia held onto the icon she wore around her neck, which to anyone who looked closely would be able to see was a miniature bust portrait Caesar as a younger woman, still displaying a customary sidelock of braided hair which denoted her youth, suggesting that the Siakala had received it quite some time ago.
“That’s the gist of it, anyway.” She concluded, defaulting to a slightly less formal tone. “I suppose this will be an occasion of meeting a lot of new people, won’t it, your grace?” Hephaestia was politely speaking around the fact that she clearly already had heard a bit about who Alma was, due to the commotion that her engagement to Prince Rasmus had caused.
Alma was somewhat taken aback by Hephaestia’s introduction, given her spiritually high standing. She somewhat reddened, “I-I’m sorry for not recognizing you. You certainly have a high position and duty to fulfill.” She eased up a little, “I suppose I can’t really match such a position” she said somewhat in jest. “I have only been in court a few times prior, there are still many who I have yet to meet. I was born of common blood, grew up in Drødal up North. I was an actress in a few movies you may know- at the time they were pretty big hits in Aureumterra and the region.” Alma reminisced, lifting her hand up as if to display her wedding ring, “Of course, before I met my now husband.” She paused, “I apologize if I spoke out of line, I’m still getting used to all of this even after many years.”
Hephaestia nodded politely as she listened to Alma explain her background. While she had pieced it together back when the court mill was swirling with gossip about the engagement, she much preferred that she could now hear it directly from the person’s own mouth. When the young woman went to apologise, she raised her hand. “There’s absolutely no need to apologise, your grace. As I’m sure many of the Imperial women can attest to, Court life is a particularly atypical affair compared to the everyday; it would be unreasonable to expect you to know me, though I’m very happy to have made your acquaintance now.”
Heike put a hand on Alma’s shoulder, reassuring her, “It’s fine, no one bites.” She chuckled. She turned to the Siakala, “Speaking of your homeland - should we expect anyone else from Kylarnatia tonight?”
Hephaestia smiled, a twinkle appearing in one of her dark hazel eyes. “Yes, I’m told we can expect a small delegation being led by one of Caesar’s beloved nieces of the venerable house of Silvanus, accompanied by the Right Honourable Ambassador.” To any among them who knew even the basics of Kylarnatian history, the Silvanus were the current Imperial Family of Kylarnatia, and one of its Great Families; one of the oldest, in fact, said to be descended from the Ancestress Minerva.
“I’m told they come bearing gifts not only for His Imperial Majesty, but also for Her Imperial Highness.” She winked, tilting her head towards the door of the nursery. “But I shall say no more until the reception this evening. I shall also convey a message from Caesar herself to His Majesty; I know she would have liked to have been here, but unfortunately affairs in Gholgoth as they are right now, her attentions are needed there.” Her expression and tone seemed to grow a little dower, as if the thought of the inevitable conflict back home brought back unpleasant memories.
“It is understandable - and unfortunate that such challenges transpire in the world around us, constantly testing our resolve and faith.” Ingrid spoke solemnly, her voice taking on the tone of a wise mother. “Please pass both of our regards to Her Majesty as well, and we look forward to receiving Her guests.” The Empress pondered some of her own thoughts on the matter, pertaining to the wider region and beyond. She knew that many of her own ambitions depended on those of her husband’s, and was keen to use her station to her advantage to steer things in a direction she preferred. Nonetheless, Ingrid was intelligent, and knew when to speak her thoughts.
“Wisely spoken, your Highness.” Hephaestia gave a graceful bow of her head to the Imperial Consort. “I know that my Sovereign would agree with you. Rest assured that the Mother's children are ready, both in body and spirit, for the task at hand. I shall of course pass on your regards.”
The Siakala held genuine respect for Ingrid, having recognised even from when she first met her as the Crown Princess that she was a woman of sharp intellect and shrewd action. It was necessary, really, for the sort of environment that they were existing in. As the Imperial Consort, it made it so that she - more than anyone else - had the Emperor's ear, and as such it paid dividends for Hephaestia to maintain a close relationship with both. There was no understanding one without the other.
Livonia adjusted dress, her liege’s portrait visibly affirmed to her chest, as she turned towards her, “I believe things are all set here, my Empress.”
Ingrid smiled and nodded in acknowledgement of Hephaestia, “Much appreciated.” She looked at the rest of the women, “I’m sure you are all tired from traveling. Take some time to get settled - and be in the East dining room for lunch.” She grinned, “The only way you can offend me is by not eating.”
“You’re turning more and more into a mom already,” Maja snided with a smirk. The second youngest of Heike’s children was somewhat infamous for her informal nature and disregard for conventions. “I wouldn’t want to face your wrath.” She said with a sarcastic tone.
“That would be a wise choice, Maja.” Ingrid commented in a somewhat stern tone, albeit nonetheless lightly. The Empress turned to her lady-in-waiting as the other women dispersed, “Go to the ballroom and get the boys too.”
Livonia curtsied and left promptly. She made her way down the grand, intricate staircase that wrapped around the rotunda coming from the two wings down to the ground level. She looked forward to the occasion that night, not only as a break from the hectic work schedule she had taken on in the Empress’ service, but a moment to finally reveal to everyone her longtime relationship. She had hoped he would have had the guts to come out and court her earlier, but she could scarcely contain her excitement for the night to come… the gala and beyond.
Hephaestia politely took her leave from Ingrid, Heike and the rest of the Imperial Family as they all retired for the afternoon. She made her way through the winding corridors of Gustavsborg with a degree of comfort in her surroundings; while it wasn’t a permanent residence, the fact that she had arrived just prior to the late Empress’ passing and funeral, and then the coronation of Frederik not long after, meant that she had gotten to know the Palace quicker than some of her predecessors had done.
Eventually she came to one of the entrances of the East Wing, guarded and specially cordoned, for it was usually reserved solely for the use of the Imperial Family. Yet as she appeared around the corner the guards already stood to attention and began opening the cordon; one of the perks of being the Siakala meant that you were considered an essential member of the inner circle, and so you were always kept close. Passing through, she took only a few more turns - passing many hallmarks and relics of Aureumterran culture and history - until she reached a set of ornate doors, impressed with an image of the Grand Mother as Queen of Heaven. Using a rather heavy iron key that she kept in her pocket, she turned the old lock and walked in.
The Quarters of the Siakala had been the living space of all her predecessors prior, reaching all the way back to 1815. What existed on the other side of the portal was a veritable cornucopia of acquired trinkets and knowledge: tall oak shelves filled with scrolls of handwritten parchment, old hand-bound books with uneven pages. The walls decorated with the embellishments of successive esoterica, showing the constellations of the universe which saw the alignment of both the sovereigns of Auremterra and Kylarnatia as rightful masters of their own heavenly realms, each indispensable to the fight against evil. Hephaestia’s own personal inclusions included a set of smithing tools which she had mounted to the wall; they were quite plain in comparison, but to her they signified the dignity of honest and hard work, a proud value of her native island home. All these symbols were meant to inspire the Siakala in her never ending work of documenting the evolving theology of the celestial siblings of the Hæstirétt and Avarkryeas.
Sitting on the bed, she began to ponder what to expect from the upcoming events of the evening, certain in her attire and her duties, but a little less certain of what she could expect to witness from the Emperor and his family. If the few bits she did pick up on earlier in the day were any indication, it could prove to be quite a valuable insight.
