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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Oct 31, 2021 0:52:05 GMT
A crate of letters was carted from Penha Palace to the headquartes of the Royal Post Office in Magalhães. Some were routine letters, communications between the Magdal and various members of the Government. But most were invitations to the Royal Wedding. The Crown Princess Isabel was marrying Ætheling Hengist Cransnikov of the Kingdom of West Thosel Cransconia, and as such, a formal invitation was required. The letter reads as follows: You are cordially invited to the wedding of: Her Most Faithful Majesty Princess Isabel Afonses de Roque
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His Majesty Ætheling Hengist Cransnikov
At the Royal Temple in Magalhães
A reply confirming your attendance is expected.The letters destined to the Associated Cities of Sheen, the Empire of Sadalen, the Imperium Divinum, and the Kingdom of West Thosel Cransconia though, had an additional message:
Dear friends,
Times are changing, and the world must be ready for it. We must be ready for it. To that end, I propose you prolong your stay after the wedding, for a discussion on the matter of forming an alliance. I await your response.
Best regards,
Afonsus Henriques de Roque
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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on Oct 31, 2021 2:27:03 GMT
Hengist stood tall and proud, addressing his men in Doum flanked by a wizened old Aztec man, one of his jaguar warriors, to his left and a greying Tholish officer to his right. While surveying the crowd, Hengist spoke, "By order of his majesty, I am to sail north to the lands of Magdalenum and wed princess Isabela. You are all free to leave. The war is over." At Hengist's words, a clamor broke out amongst the soldiers, suddenly a particularly bold soldier, Stithulf, rose and called out, "And what of those who do not desire to leave you Ætheling? Would you cruelly send us home and never let us see you again?" Momentarily Hengist was taken aback, but he quickly replied, "Those who wish to follow me north may do so." At this, a great cheer rose from the soldiers and tens of thousands of oaths of loyalty resounded in a deafening cacophony.
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Post by Fleischmann on Oct 31, 2021 8:57:58 GMT
The letter of invitation arrived in the Sluut with no particular fanfare, but it caused a stir when it finally arrived at the Hauhkuno's desk. A Cransnikov wedding was unfortunately, an important event, one which demanded proper respects be shown and protocols followed. To add to this, he vaguely recalled that his realm was also in talks with them about arranging a marriage for the Hairas in Wahtwastand.
After pondering for a good few minutes as to who he could spare, another report came to his desk. Fuel consumption rates amongst the Hansafleg had dropped considerably with the changing seasons and they were now requesting more iodine powder be sent. That war, if you can call it that, had been over now for a few months, but just as the Raikh had been withdrawing its troops, Duom had decided to attack Sheenish holdings and a canal project. Thankfully, nothing had come of it, but it had necessitated a prolonged stay.
Looking towards his wall mounted map, the Hauhkuno realised that a small contingent of the soldiers could be sent to this wedding to act as an honour guard for the bridegroom. This would allow them to get away with sending a less important member of the family to represent them, as the honours would be coming to them from the guard and material gifts!
With this brilliant stroke of diplomacy had, he quickly started compiling a letter to both Balgi Wagnapollija, his Cousin Wilhelm, and to the odd barbarian kingdom he would be sending his soldiers to, mostly so they would not get spooked by their presence.
From: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus
To: His Royal Majesty, Magdal Afonsus Henriques de Roque V
Honourable Inibnskuno,
We are most gratified by your invitation.
We will unfortunately not be able to attend the event ourselves, but we have instead arranged for the Hairas Balgi Gulfsunus af hize Dalin en Gothijin to attend in our stead. As part of his delegation, a Sibja will be acting as honour guard and will be presenting themselves to and placed under the temporary command of Hairas Balgi as well as the Ætheling until the conclusion of wedding ceremony and the Ætheling's final departure from your lands.
We wish you and your kinsmen many happy days ahead and hope that future events can be so joyous as those that are about to transpire.
Yours,
Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus
From: Sa Hauhkuno af this Raikh af hize Dalin, Vauhoks Abasunus
To: Thai Andbahten af Flegfaths Herman Hufman af hizos Hansafleg in thamma Raikh af Duom
Orders effective immediately, the anthar Sibja af hizos firjenja Kreggaistas is to be placed under the joint command of Hairas Balgi Gulfsunus af hize Dalin en Gothijin and Ætheling Hengist af W.T.C. for the duration of their visit to Magdalenum. The Sibja is to move with all due haste to Magdalenum and protect its new commanders and represent the Raikh at the wedding of Ætheling Hengist to a local Magath.
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Post by xander10 on Oct 31, 2021 16:42:00 GMT
A crate of letters was carted from Penha Palace to the headquartes of the Royal Post Office in Magalhães. Some were routine letters, communications between the Magdal and various members of the Government. But most were invitations to the Royal Wedding. The Crown Princess Isabel was marrying Ætheling Hengist Cransnikov of the Kingdom of West Thosel Cransconia, and as such, a formal invitation was required. The letter reads as follows: You are cordially invited to the wedding of: Her Most Faithful Majesty Princess Isabel Afonses de Roque
and
His Majesty Ætheling Hengist Cransnikov
At the Royal Temple in Magalhães
A reply confirming your attendance is expected.The letters destined to the Associated Cities of Sheen, the Empire of Sadalen, the Imperium Divinum, and the Kingdom of West Thosel Cransconia though, had an additional message:
Dear friends,
Times are changing, and the world must be ready for it. We must be ready for it. To that end, I propose you prolong your stay after the wedding, for a discussion on the matter of forming an alliance. I await your response.
Best regards,
Afonsus Henriques de Roque
Dear Your Highness, Alfonsus Henriques de Roque, I hope this letter reaches you well. I hereby accept your offer of invitation, I shall be arriving with haste aboard my private vessel known as The Judge. She may look like a battleship, but she bears no big guns, and is merely my private yacht. As for your offer of an alliance, I shall stick around after the marriage to see what this entails. Regards, Garend Marston. |
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Oct 31, 2021 20:23:14 GMT
Catherine’s party had stopped in Marcum on their return from the Prussoian treaty signing with little respite between their travels. Her feet had barely hit cobblestone outside the seasonal court residence when an aid came over, with several wires from St. Helena. As the horses were exchanged she sat on the carriage step, musing over its contents. An invitation for a royal wedding in the far East. And a personal request from the Thoselian ambassador. Easily managed. She dictated to her aide, and asked for the reply to be sent out as promptly as could be managed. She would have to send word to her uncle that his services would be needed.
Your Royal Majesty,
I have received the invitation to attend the nuptial celebrations of your daughter with the deepest of sincerity, and will happily send an envoy to represent the Imperium Divinium at such an auspicious occasion. I pray you will forgive that the immediate members of my lineage and council are otherwise preoccupied with affairs of state, and so in their stead have elected to send my cousin, the Duchess Dymphna Estrana and her father, Duke Aodhan.
I have no doubt that they will comport themselves in a manner befitting their station in representing Divinian interests in your nation.
Salve,
Her Ephemeral Majesty
Catherine von Marcum
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Nov 2, 2021 0:58:37 GMT
Your Royal Majesty,
We gracefully accept your invitation to the wedding. An entorage representing Moderal will be there
Regards,
The Moderelian Families.
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Nov 2, 2021 2:10:05 GMT
Two weeks before the wedding
The preparations for the ceremony had been underway for weeks now, with the city having been cleaned up and many of the coastal defences of the city of Angra being repaired and refurbished. The whole city felt newer, in a way. Entire sections of the port were being rented by the crown, a large space was needed to house the foreign ships that would be arriving in a few weeks, on top of the RAF, that was returning from Rodina. The workers that were put under Sheenish command were instruction to focus solely on the line between Angra and Magalhães for now, and predictions made by the engineers showed the line would be finished mere days before guest begun arriving.
On Magalhães, old military barracks were being restored for housing the foreign soldires that would be coming to the event, the now forested area around Penha Palace turned into a military camp, ready to house whoever arrived, seemingly overnight. Rooms in Penha palace for the foreign dignitaries were also being prepared; Afonsus instructed the servants to move to the smaller guest rooms for the time being, as he wanted the Duom delegation, if it even dared to show up, to sleep in the servant's quarters.
The premarital rites were being performed in the Royal Parthenon, and shipments of food were coming in. Overall, the wedding had turned the already hectic Capital even more alive.
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Nov 3, 2021 22:35:39 GMT
A day before the Wedding
The City of Angra was in a state of chaos. The final Shipments of supplies for the festivities had just been transported to Magalhães. The whole city was in a state of revelry, the people cheering, as the army band rehearsed its marches, to be played when the first foreign guests arrive. A week of off-season Bullfights had been declared to celebrate the occasion. Each corner of the cities was filled with people, as people from the countryside around Magalhães and Angra flocked into the two cities to see the celebrations. Drinks flowed through the streets like water, and revelry went deep into the night. The Royal navy kept watch, to ensure everything was in place for the first guest, who would very likely be Garend Marston, the Lord Mayor of Sheen.
Talks about another event also came and went. Rumors that left Penha Palace through the servants had started to circulate the streets. The Magdal had asked some of the foreign guests to stay for longer. But to what purpose? That much was still unknown. Either way, that wouldn't detract from the main event. Princess Isabel was getting married tomorrow!
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Nov 4, 2021 12:01:04 GMT
No sooner was the gangplank lowered that Dymphna burst forward toward the celebrating throng on shore as quickly as she could without breaking into a sprint. One hand twisted the ringlets of red hair that framed her face, while the other clasped tightly to her fathers hand.
The Duke Estrana to his credit, kept up pace easily enough for a man of his age, though he could only murmur affirmations at his daughter's heartfelt commentary of the perceived grandeur of the whole affair. He was aware of the importance of the wedding, and of the negotiations following, yet he couldn’t help but think of the military actions going on in Tanysira. He would need to be briefed on the situation there as frequently as was possible.
“Ooh, Pater look! bullfighting! Do you think I could go a round?”
The Duke shook his head to the negative, but smiled nonetheless. Dress a Marcan however you’d like, but you can’t confine the spirit.
“I don’t think that would be proper. We’re here as representatives of your cousin Cat. And guests of the royal family. Come along.”
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Post by xander10 on Nov 4, 2021 12:50:09 GMT
A monstrous ship was slowly tugged into port in the morning. To anyone who didn't take a good look at the ship, they'd be forgiven for thinking a battleship had arrived, however this ship was unarmed, and once seeing it was a Sheenish vessel, it notably flew no red flags like their naval vessels did. An hour after docling, guardsmen disembarked the ship, followed by a well dressed man and his family. As the band welcomed them with fanfare fitting of royalty, many around began to wonder who this seemingly normal family was, then it clicked for the crowd, this was Garend Marston and his family!
Marston met with the General waiting for him "nice to be back on land after so long at sea"
The General smiles "Good to hear, your Excellency, my name is General de Sousa, if you follow me we can catch the train to the Capital, where you can meet with His magesty."
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Post by Fleischmann on Nov 4, 2021 18:12:15 GMT
Trundling off the ship quickly with a nice burlap sack and a suit of green with fur linings which were not at all suitable for this climate, the man known as Balgi came off the Sheenish vessel and quickly after Garend Marston. Meeting with a local representative of the host government, he presented them with a nice model train from the sack as well as three little sets of clothes.
'For the happy couple, we wish them a fruitful marriage.'
As he looked around, he realised that his men were pulling into dock as well. Pulling out a list with all their names and ranks, he started checking it and doing so twice.
'Right, if you will excuse us, we need to go join our men and make introductions.'
As he said that, he went off and came to where the troop transport was pulling in. Waiting on the pier, he watched as his battalion slowly disembarked, making himself known and acquainted with his new direct subordinates.
'All right men! There is a train station nearby, which we will be using to take us to the capital. Once we arrive there, we will find ourselves a place to stay and then carry out a parade in honour of the happy event. Now, I will go to the station with the officers and buy some tickets. While we do this, the N.C.O.s will group you into threes. Please remember to stay with your buddies at all times and to let the N.C.O.s know if you need to go to the bathroom or want to go buy something from a store.'
With that introduction and explanation out of the way, the jolly Balgi set off to buy his unit some tickets.
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Post by Empire of Rashad on Nov 5, 2021 1:10:21 GMT
Prince Aleksander was excite as it was his first international visit. The trip was his chance to prove to his adoptive mother that he was able to take on the duties of state. The ship pulled in on the morning of the wedding which wasn't quite to plan but would have to do. His mission was simple. He was to observe the wedding of what he had thought to be his wife and then try and discuss a way to resolve this incident and possible agree on an alliance with this great power. His guard was taken from the royal Asderaordian guard and their uniforms matched the uniform he wore. There were 12 guards accompanying the prince.  Middle one |
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Post by The Realm of Moderal on Nov 5, 2021 6:10:39 GMT
A great steam ship pulled into the port and the gankplank lowered. The ship was quite a nice one, designed for speed and comfort on the open ocean. Although the gangplank was lowered it was quite a while before anyone descended, the ship lying silently on its berth. Eventually though, two men and two women descended wearing the typical Moderelian uniform their colours depicting them as members of the Gasca, Arme, Razboi, and Lupta families. They were surrounded by a guard of soldiers, however their seemed to be a few too many Razboi and Lupta guards. They quickly descended the gangplank and began walking away from the ship, the rifles of the guard swinging around their back.
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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on Nov 5, 2021 22:43:47 GMT
A great procession of warships lumbered their way to port of Angras, though this was not a grand invasion rather the arrival of the groom and his family. Wilhelm, Ludwig, and Hengist march proudly out of the capital ship flanked by highly decorated Gedrihts and approached the bowing general, Wilhelm addressed the man, "We have arrive, I presume the preparations for our transport and for our men is complete?" "Of course, sir." "Excellent." And with that Wilhelm and those following him continued along guided by Magdalen soldiers to the train station as soldiers spilled out of the ships and began forming up to count off.
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Nov 6, 2021 23:45:37 GMT
Departure for the Capital
All the guests had arrived. Policemen and soldiers alike blocked the entrance of the general populace into the station, as the foreign representatives and their accompanying troops entered the trains parked at the station. The people waved their goodbyes to the visitors as the trains slowly clanked to life. At 10:00 am, a final salute of blank rounds was made by the royal navy's ships, and the trains set out full steam to Magalhães. The voyage would take roughly two and a half hours.
In the meantime, a secretary raced towards Afonsus with a telegram, informing him that Duom had indeed dared to show up.
"That snake actually had the gall to send a delegation? And she sent little Aleksander? By the Gods, what is she even thinking?! You! Call the Priesthood of Hestia as soon as you're able. I want a priestess here to take care of the child."
"Yes, your Majesty." Said the secretary, dashing towards the same car she had driven to the station.
"Father, what exactly are you planning?" asked Isabel.
"Nothing my dear," he said. "I may curse Theodora's name every time Duom is brought up, but I'm not a heartless monster. I'll ensure the child has the most pleasant stay we are able to provide. Who knows, we might even learn a thing or two about them if we treat the child well enough."
As the trains neared Magalhães, the Magdal personally inspected the troops present, and the final drills were made. When the trains arrived, the troops got in position for the reception. At 12:30, the first train to arrive carried the Groom and his family, Garend Marston, his family and his guards, part of the Tholish troops, and Duom's delegation.
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Post by Wilhelm Cransnikov on Nov 7, 2021 1:33:32 GMT
First to depart from the train was the Tholish delegation, lead by Wilhelm in a ceremonial military uniform adorned with a few pieces of jewelry, a cross, and a pheasant feather in his hat. With the regal and precise bearing that only comes from a lifetime of rulership and military service Wilhelm walks to the Magdal and offers him a handshake and an appraising look, "well met, I am Wilhelm king of Thole, Dane, Saxon, and Pict and I hope for brotherly relations between our nations."
Alfonsus accepted Wilhelm's handshake and replied, "The feeling is mutual, King Wilhelm. It with the utmost pleasure I welcome you and yours to Magalhães," Alfonsus bowed in a gesture of respect. "I hope this visit will foster a lasting friendship between the both of us."
The Magdal moved forth, and pulled from his right pocket a Badge of Honor of the Order of the Tower and Sword, usually given to highly respected foreign dignitaries. "Please, accept this as a token of our hospitality."
Wilhelm gladly accepted the token and nodded to one of his soldiers who produced an ornate sword with a large piece of finely carved jet in its pommel with the design of a great tree on one side and a raven on the other in a golden scabbard from under his cloak, and drops to one knee, bows his head, and presents the sword to the Magdal. Wilhelm speaks again after the Magdal takes the blade, "While the time for more pleasantries will come I would hate to delay the other guests, perhaps we should speak again over tea." "A fine idea, we will have plenty of time for pleasantries once the reception is over."
As Afonsus ordered a guardsman to show Whilhelm to his carriage, he took his own sabre off, and attached the sword he had been gifted with to his hip, with a warm smile on his face. Isabel moved over to greet Wilhelm before he left for the carriage, presenting herself for a kiss on the King's hand, a standard greeting gesture of female Magdali nobility.
"Well met, your highness," she said smiling. "We are very happy to receive you all."
She stumbled a little with words, she was self admittedly terrible at formal receptions. But she did her best not to show it.
Wilhelm returned the smile (though some what strained by the overzealous Gedhrit who placed a hand at his sword when Isabel suddenly approached the king), and after shoot the transgressing Gedhrit a withering look replied, "Your hospitable greeting is pleasing... cough cough Hengist." Hengist who was until this moment standing with a Gedhrit's cloak over his head lowered himself carefully (with the help of the Gedhrit who's cloak was currently blocking his eyes) and offered Isabel a red lotus, "May our marriage be long, happy, and fruitful."
Isabel quickly composed herself, and accepted the flower.
"I... thank you, my Lord. May the Gods bless this day."
With a grin, she bowed, and let the party move on. They were to leave for the Royal Pantheon, where both the bride and Groom would have three hours to prepare themselves for the ceremony. But first, they would have to await the rest of the reception. The army and its bands paraded around the Station's plaza, providing plenty of entertainment for the time being.
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Nov 7, 2021 2:46:18 GMT
Second off was Garend Marston and his family, Coming in his morning dress and Mayoral chain rather than full robes, He looked well dressed for a gentleman of his position. His wife and two children, one boy and one girl, also departed, wearing traditional Sheenish formal attire and looking equally well dressed as the Lord Mayor as such. "Good day, Your highness, I am glad we finally get to meet, I see my people have done a great deal of work already."
"A pleasure to finally meet you, Mister Garend. I trust the ride was up to your standards?" said Afonsus, presenting his hand for a handshake.
"I see you thoroughly enjoy the cane," he said, smiling. "Please, take this Badge of Honor of the Order of the Tower and Sword, I trust you'll find it fits very well with your chain. We'll have plenty of time for pleasantries later. I also want to meet the Missus personally."
"It is an honour to accept this, your highness, and of course, this is my wife, Elena Marston, and my two children, Lilly, and the little one is Renard. They have been very excited to visit a new country after their last journey to St Helena."
"A pleasure to meet you all." he said, smiling warmly. "I'm sure Isabel will love to be with the little ones, once the ceremonies are over." after ordering the guards to escort the Marstons to their carriage, he awaited what he had been dreading since the telegram arrived. Next up was Duom's delegation, carrying with it the boy Aleksander. A living reminder of Duom treachery. Luckily though, Duke Aleksander had apparently overslept his train ride nap. Their reception would have to wait.
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Post by Fleischmann on Nov 7, 2021 3:44:53 GMT
The train came into the station and the soldiers all started to disembark, making sure to not leave any loose explosives or ammunition behind by accident. Hairas Balgi stepped onto the platform and gave instructions to his officers to get the men organised and ready while he went off and found the local government official.
'This way, please," said General de Sousa. "The Magdal and the crown Princess await you in the plaza outside the station.'
'Certainly, certainly! Let me grab a platoon quickly. Äba af hizos Kregbandin, fall jus in! Fulg mis!' The closest platoon quickly formed up and began following their leader.
General de Sousa, noticing that a detachment of soldiers would be the ones greeting the Magdal, dashed outside to quickly shout orders.
'Soldados, posições formais, Hino!'
As the Sadaler soldiers left the Station, the local army band played the Kingdom's anthem. Seeing the banner the foreign detachment carried, they knew they would have to play the Sadaler anthem afterwards. As it was standard procedure, and a sign of respect.
Upon hearing their own anthem playing, the men of the Raikh immediately went to attention and began singing, though they were confused by hearing their anthem playing.
After the protocols had been followed and the men finished singing, Balgi stepped forward and went straight to the crown princess. The men stood there uncomfortably and were less than certain as to what to do.
'My, you must be the wonderful girl my cousin is marrying! I am so happy to meet you and wish to extend the best wishes of my realm to yours on behalf of my other cousin! These men' he said as he gestured to the platoon behind him who were still at attention 'are here in honour of your coming marriage and to protect you. They are under my command and that of your soon to be husband, so please feel free to ask them for any help you desire.'
'A pleasure to meet you, your lordship. I am pleased to see your men are such wonderful singers! I... if you would kindly greet my father, please.' she said, obviously not expecting the man to walk towards her without greeting the Magdal first. Still, she mustered a smile, and bowed.
'Ah, sorry, I should indeed greet the father.' Saying this, he turned to the man, unslung his sack, and pulled out a bottle of something Sheenish, with a big red seal on top and a boxwood box, which was filled to the brim with tea.
'These gifts are for you and while it might be distant, welcome to the Sibja! I hope our families can become closer with time and would love to show you my train collection should you ever come to Seaxebaurgs. I am actually opening up a miniature museum which is attached to my teashop, so you can bring children along and they can ride this miniature railway too.'
Befuddled at this man's mannerisms, Afonsus picked up the gifts, and handed them over to a soldier, who carried them away.
'Why, thank you! Please, take this badge, and send it to your Hauhkuno. It is a Badge of Honor of the Order of the Tower and Sword, given to highly respected foreign dignitaries. And here is one for you.' said Afonsus. After bowing, he ordered a soldier to direct Balgi to his carriage.
'Ah, thank you. I am certain my nephew will be pleased at this badge. Kregbandin, mid mik! Falg mis!'
With that, he happily strolled over to the coach and placed his bag in. His men following up and then forming up on either side, ready to jog along.
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Nov 7, 2021 4:48:16 GMT
Duke Estrana stepped off the train, brushing down the maroon tunic of his uniform. Behind, Dymphna hopped off the steps, stifling laughter. “Choo-Choo” she whispered to her father as they watched the prior interactions.
Grinning despite himself, the Duke grinned and bowed deeply as he met the Magdal and his daughter.
“Salve, Your Majesties”. He felt stiff from the journey. “I’m honored to be representing the goodwill of the Imperium Divinium and the Empress Catherine. Might I present my daughter, Dymphna?”
"A pleasure to meet you both. I trust Empress Catherine's marriage preparations with Prince Octavius are going well?" Afonsus said, smiling. "Ah, and this must be Lady Dymphna. We have heard only the highest of both of you."
"Here, please accept the Badges of Honor of the Order of the Tower and Sword. One for each of you, and one to be given to the Empress when you return." Afonsus bowed, and left Isabel to kiss the Duke's hand, and Dymphna on the cheek.
Dymphna’s eyes grew wide as she clutched the badge. It was near unheard of for a woman to receive honors from an order, and so simply at that. Still, she demurred at the mention of her cousins potential marriage.
“In truth, I couldn’t tell you much about her arrangements, as I’ve been busy arranging my own nuptials.” She cast an eye toward the departing Thoselians. “I suppose that will make us family. Though that seems to be common place among this crowd.”
She started suddenly, looking at the objects in her hands. “Oh Aera! Gifts!” To the Magdal, she presented an ornate silver box filled with incense. The body was etched with sea creatures. On the lid was a hippocamp rampant, holding a sapphire the size of a robins egg. To his daughter, she presented a box containing a full parure of moonstone, drop pearls, and silver.
“These were hand selected for the occasion by my cousin herself.”
The pair happily received the gifts, and bowed once again as a show of gratitude. Before directing the Estranas to their carriage, Afonsus whispered to the Duke:
"I suspect you will want to keep tabs on the happenings in Tanysira. If it interests you, come speak with me in my study after the ceremonies are over."
Aodhan was surprised to be addressed, assuming his daughter had captured all attention, as she so often did in social situations back home.
“Your Majesty, that is most gracious of you. I’ll tell you, my place has always been on the field, not the halls of government. But I suspect we’ll be seeing an alarming number of weddings soon.”
He clasped the mans arm firmly, considering the chance to be kept up to date on Tanysira more than worth the price they paid for the gifts they just gave away.
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Nov 8, 2021 0:32:40 GMT
Aleksander stood at the back of the crowd, just trying to see what was happening in the mass of people below.
This was not going to plan, as he had still not been able to talk to the king, or anyone for that matter, about the alliance.
He couldn't pick anyone out from the crowd, which was full of royalty and nobility, making this task near impossible.
"Hello, young man," said General de Sousa. "You must be Duke Aleksander. The Magdal is waiting for you outside. Please, follow me."
Aleksander proceeds to follow the man, curious as to why someone would want him.
General de Sousa leads the young Duke to the Plaza outside the station, where a Man and two women stood. "Ah, this must be young Aleksander." Said the Magdal, struggling to muster a smile. "Welcome to Magalhães! This very nice lady is a priestess of Hestia, she will take good care of you."
"Hello Aleksander," said the woman. "I am Mother Maria. I'll take care of you while you're here on visit."
"Before you go," said Afonsus. "Please, take these. One is for you, and the other is for your mother, give it to her when you go back home!"
The Magdal bows, and signals the priestess to lead the young Duke to his carriage.
The prince wandered down to the carriage, and sat down inside with 2 of his guards, leaving the rest to head back to the ship.
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