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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Nov 6, 2022 3:59:48 GMT
Carolina was sitting at her room, after her fencing lesson. Something had been gnawing at her mind for months by now. She rang the little bell to call Codsworth. "Yes, Your Majesty?" Said the old Sheenishman. "Codsworth, would you mind calling mom to my room?" "Oh, Your Majesty, you know mother is busy with-" "Just call her already!" "Right away your Majesty. It will be only a moment." Said the Old man, gently closing the door and racing down the hallway. Carolina fiddled around with the buttons of her fencing dress. Evidently it would not be "only a moment", as mother was always busy with a million different things. She probably had already made up and excuse as to why she couldn't come right now and that she'd talk to her at dinner. Then the door creaked open. "Hello dear. What did you want from me?" Asked Isabel, sitting at Carolina's bed. "When will I get to see Florin?" "Well, we were planning on having you visit Divinum in a few years." "Why not sooner?" "We don't think it'd be-" "ENOUGH WITH THE EXCUSES!" Spat the Princess. "All you do is make up excuses as to why I can't do this or that! I want to travel to Divinum and I want to see Florin! We've exchanged letters for years! Would talking in person really be any different?" "That is not the tone one uses when speaking to their mother!" Said Isabel, shaken by Carolina's outburst. She had the same temper every Roque had. Fiery. Emotional. Stubborn. Oh God was she stubborn. But Carolina was a special case. It did not take much to send her into a passionate rage. "And yes, yes it would." Isabel said, sighing. "Florin has gone through a lot, and he's not exactly one for conversation. Admittedly, neither was I at his age. I'm afraid that Florin in person will most definitely not compare to the poems you two exchange. I was planning on letting you go in a few years, when the two of you are older and more mature." Carolina was... calmer, but still not exactly pleased by the response. "So is that a no?" "I suppose that we can stop for a vacation in Divinum after we're done attending your uncle's coronation festivities at Tholand." Carolina hugged her mother tightly, pressing her saber's pommel against Isabel's side. "Thank you mom!" To: His Majesty Florin von Marcum, Emperor of Divinum
From: Her Majesty, Princess Carolina Hengistdottir de Roque of Magdalenum
Hello Florin!
I'm writing you this letter because mom had finally let me come to meet you! We'll be going to my uncle's Coronation on the Kingdom of the Tholes, and she said we can stop to vacation at Divinum afterwards! I can't wait to meet you! You can finally show me around all the places you've told me about!
Hugs and Kisses,
Carolina de Roque
P.S.: Don't tell anyone, but I asked one of the serving girls here to send along with this letter a bottle of the perfume I usually use.
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Post by Emperor Florin von Marcum on Nov 6, 2022 6:05:27 GMT
As much as Cathal hated to admit it, the boy had finally started to thrive when poor old Aodhan shoved off. God what a mess that was to clean up. Then again, obfuscating the facts about the death of one man was far easier than the bloodshed he had covered up for Catherine. But Cat approached her future spouse with solemnity. Florin on the other hand…
The Consiliario watched him pacing the marble. Still clutching the letter, pouring over the words as if it would speak to him in her voice if he read it hard enough. The boy was certainly looking less like a boy and more a man as days ticked by. But any maturity seemed to dry up as soon as this foreign girl was in the picture.
“Holy shi-“
“Your Majesty,” Cathal cut in.
“Oh my God! I. She. I can. And then…” half formed thoughts flew out of the emperor’s mouth, as he flailed his arms about excitedly. He hopped from foot to foot, flapping the sheets of paper in front of the older man. Cathal didn’t need to hear the contents of the letter. Of course he had read it first. But why ruin the kid’s excitement? A handful of maids walked by, giggling at the scene lightheartedly. Not that Florin noticed.
“I HAVE to go to the coronation, Ret. I just have to. Carolina is going to visit Divinium. But that’s not enough time! We can be together in WTC too! Wilhelm too! We can all… be together! And then she’s finally going to be HERE! She’s coming. Here!”
Cathal felt the need to interject at that. “To visit, Florin. She’s not moving in. Don’t do anything rash.” But of course, the comment went overlooked.
“She likes to hunt. And she sails. Where’s good for hunting? Oh never mind that. We can send for animals. Other Royal families hunt. We can have somewhere declared as the Silva Regis. Mainzell doesn’t get used much. Oh should we hire a new shipwright? Ach. And I can’t fence to save my life. What if she needs a sparring partner? What if she gets homesick? That wouldn’t do. We need to send for someone. We can have one of the atria replanted with Magdali staples. Where is Issa?” The end of his rapid fire statements came when the beast rounded the corner, knocking into the maids from earlier, who had clearly stuck around to watch the display.
“Florin,” Cathal cut back in with a smile and long suffering sigh, “You need to write back to her, no?”
“Oh! Goodness you’re- yes of course. Issa, come!”
To: Her Majesty, Princess Carolina Hengistdottir de Roque of Magdalenum
From: His Ephemeral Majesty Florin Aurelius von Marcum, Emperor Elect of Divinium
My Dearest, Carolina,
The news that we may finally meet in person is the most enticing offer I have heard in my life. I really hope you will enjoy your stay here. The council promised me that in honor of you and your family visiting us, court can finally be opened for the first time since I was a baby. We can have a really big party or something!
When you go to the coronation make sure you say hi to Wilhelm (the young one) for me! He’s my truest ally in the world I think. And I guess say hi to your brother too.
Cathal said it would be weird for me to send you a gift. You know. Like you sent me. But I’m super happy I got it. Don’t tell him, but I put one of my mom’s rings in the letter anyway. It opens up so you can store something tiny in it! And it’s got a little wolf cameo on the facet! I thought it was pretty. It’s not something I could ever wear, but maybe you’ll like it. I hope you do.
I can’t wait to finally meet you.
Yours,
Florin
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Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Nov 6, 2022 19:36:17 GMT
Carolina paced around the coffee lounge. Mother was talking with some Rodinans that had come to the capital. Apparently they were from the House of Kirov, and had come to vacation at the isles. Not that she cared. Today was the day mail from the West came in, and that usually meant a letter from Florin. She eagerly awaited for her aide to come deliver her mail. There was a younger nobleman too, by the adult's side. Isabel tried to get the two of them to talk, but the boy spoke very broken Magdalese, and Carolina spoke virtually no Rodinan. They exchanged an awkward smile, and that was about it. Then the door to the lounge swung open.
"Mail for her Majesty." Said Codsworth, leading a man with a cart of mail into the room.
"Thank you kindly Codsworth, but I'm entertaining guests at the moment. Would you mind dropping it off at my study? I'm sure that you'll find some leftover space amongst all the papers."
"Certainly your majesty," The Old Sheenishman said, laughing. "It'll be done right away."
"Codsworth, wait!" Carolina cut in, before the door closed.
"Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Is there... is there a letter for me?" She asked, twiddling her thumbs.
"Well... there is one letter... from Divinum. From a man by the name of-"
"NO!" She spat, cheeks red from the embarrassment. The whole room had their eyes on her. "Can you... agh, just leave it on my room!" She said, before storming off.
Codsworth looked at the Empress, and shrugged. "I'll see to it at once." He said, giggling despite himself.
Carolina raced to her room, and shut the door. She mashed her face (now about as red as a tomato) against her bed's pillow, and screamed.
Why!? That was so embarrassing! The boy was about to burst out laughing!
A knock on the door.
"Is everything alright your majesty?" asked one of the maids.
"Uhmmm... yeah!"
"Alright. If Your Majesty needs anything don't be afraid to ring the bell!"
A little while later, two letters appeared from under the door.
"I trust your Majesty will be alright for dinner at 8?" Asked for Codsworth from behind the door.
"Yes, uh... thank you Codsworth!"
Two letters? I was only expecting one from Florin...
She picked up both letters. One was from Florin, as expected, but the other one was from Guilherme:
To: Her Majesty, Princess Carolina Hengistdottir de Roque of Magdalenum
From: His Majesty, Crown Prince Guilherme Hengistson de Roque of Magdalenum
Hello sister,
I'm coming to vacation back home for a bit. Don't wait for me though, father wants me to go with him to Rodina, I don't know what he wants to do there, but he's got something to show me. I just hope I can get to meet some of the Kirovs! After we're done with the trip, I'll be back home for a bit until we all go to WTC to Uncle's coronation. I can finally introduce you to your cousin Wilhelm! He's way cooler than that petulant Emperor Florin you keep on writing me about. Regardless, telling you in advance so you can prepare yourself. I want to see how good you've become at the sabre!
Yours,
Guilherme de Roque
P.S.: Please say hi to mom and dad for me.
How dare he talk about Florin that way! When he comes back I'll beat him at fencing so hard that he'll have to apologize!
Then she read the letter from Florin, giggling like a kid in a candy store. She eagerly shook the envelope until the ring slipped gently into the palm of her hand. She immediately put it on, as if not wearing it for one second constituted some sort of personal insult against Florin. Then she picked a petal of her favorite flower (A Divinan trillium), and gently placed it into the ring's cavity.
Reopen the Court? I need to tell mom! We need to go shopping!
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