Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2014 10:35:18 GMT -5
The enormous monolith of a castle held an extra radiance today as the color banner flapped proudly in the wind to greet their guests. Everything had been gussied up for the arrival of the royal family and their Delacroix entourage that was there to guide them along the way. In the streets the common folk were high with energy selling their wares and other things as people from all over Vasile were flocking in to have the mere chance of catching a glimpse of the royal princesses. Already there had been a great deal of happy excitement under Marcus’ watch, and the people were having a wee bit of faith in the fact that maybe things were turning around.
As the royal retinue was making its way out of the mountains and through the narrow stone pathways that lead around the riverbed and towards the castle, the Romanovs were bustling about getting ready. Already dressed to the nines in a black formal tunic with gold trim and an ivory collar, the Temple Priestess of Arcandus struggled as she tried to find the button that would have raised the collar higher. Nashala’s priestess sat delicately in a chair, her hand resting over her mound of her belly as she watched the duke be gussied up for this special occasion.
“There is no button.” Arcandus’ priestess sighed in disgust, “I thought it was made clear to her to add the button.”
Marcus pretended to be equally as disappointed but the smile on his face gave it away, “Oh really? That’s too bad.” Exchanging a mirthful glace at the blonde priestess, she gave him an equally devilish smile knowing that the duke was a troublemaker even on his best days.
Immediately brown eyes looked up from the Arcandus priestess and realized that she was being played, “You never told her!”
“I-…perhaps I forgot.”
“You had no intention of telling her.”
Busted. There was no getting out of this one. But it was too late to cry over spilled milk. The royal caravan would be here sometime within the hour and he was already late making his way to the veranda. Unfortunately the priestess would have none of it. Within moments she managed to summon thread and a needle to her fingertips and was stitching his collar together without a button at all. Despite cries of objection from the man in question, all was ignored for the sake of propriety. When she completed her handiwork, the priestess looked him up and down with a pleased expression and replied, “There. Much better. Now you look like a proper duke.”
His finger reached up and tried tugging at the collar. It felt like he was being choked by a midget. Trying to find some kind of weak point in the stitching he was scolded instantly and then sent on his way. As he walked down the hall with guards on either side, he waited until he was well out of view before sneaking both hands up and ripping the threading apart to open it back up again. One of the escorts eyed him casually but said nothing as they made their way to the front where the carriages were arriving in due time.
All were to be funneled to the Great Hall where Marcus and the rest of the family could properly greet them. Seeing his siblings and many other familiar faces already there, he walked past the three of them and smirked with a soft, “Sorry I’m late.”
It was in the nick of time as Marcus took his position on the grand seat of Vasile that the royal family and their entourage were being formally announced to the court. The huge double doors opened wide and Marcus stepped out of his seat and down the few steps upon the red carpet that stretched its length all the way to the front of the room. As Nicolette lead the retinue, Marcus made his way over to her and politely bowed before taking her hand and placing a soft kiss upon it as per custom.
“Welcome to Vanderhall, and by that manner Vasile itself, Your Highness.” He greeted her warmly before standing up and smiling to all of them that have come, “I hope your journey was comfortable?”
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Nicolette Deveraux / @antoinettedeveraux / Mariette Deveraux / Juliette Deveraux / @martine / @juliendeveraux
@wilhelmromanov / @claudiaromanov / @elsaromanov / Alexander Romanov
@reed / Annemarie Gardiner / Sage Gardiner / @bastiencorteo
@collindelacroixxii / @collindelacroixxiii / @annaliesedelacroix / @freydelacroix / @arieldelacroix / @bryandelacroix
@kristianbergstrom / @kjerstin
As the royal retinue was making its way out of the mountains and through the narrow stone pathways that lead around the riverbed and towards the castle, the Romanovs were bustling about getting ready. Already dressed to the nines in a black formal tunic with gold trim and an ivory collar, the Temple Priestess of Arcandus struggled as she tried to find the button that would have raised the collar higher. Nashala’s priestess sat delicately in a chair, her hand resting over her mound of her belly as she watched the duke be gussied up for this special occasion.
“There is no button.” Arcandus’ priestess sighed in disgust, “I thought it was made clear to her to add the button.”
Marcus pretended to be equally as disappointed but the smile on his face gave it away, “Oh really? That’s too bad.” Exchanging a mirthful glace at the blonde priestess, she gave him an equally devilish smile knowing that the duke was a troublemaker even on his best days.
Immediately brown eyes looked up from the Arcandus priestess and realized that she was being played, “You never told her!”
“I-…perhaps I forgot.”
“You had no intention of telling her.”
Busted. There was no getting out of this one. But it was too late to cry over spilled milk. The royal caravan would be here sometime within the hour and he was already late making his way to the veranda. Unfortunately the priestess would have none of it. Within moments she managed to summon thread and a needle to her fingertips and was stitching his collar together without a button at all. Despite cries of objection from the man in question, all was ignored for the sake of propriety. When she completed her handiwork, the priestess looked him up and down with a pleased expression and replied, “There. Much better. Now you look like a proper duke.”
His finger reached up and tried tugging at the collar. It felt like he was being choked by a midget. Trying to find some kind of weak point in the stitching he was scolded instantly and then sent on his way. As he walked down the hall with guards on either side, he waited until he was well out of view before sneaking both hands up and ripping the threading apart to open it back up again. One of the escorts eyed him casually but said nothing as they made their way to the front where the carriages were arriving in due time.
All were to be funneled to the Great Hall where Marcus and the rest of the family could properly greet them. Seeing his siblings and many other familiar faces already there, he walked past the three of them and smirked with a soft, “Sorry I’m late.”
It was in the nick of time as Marcus took his position on the grand seat of Vasile that the royal family and their entourage were being formally announced to the court. The huge double doors opened wide and Marcus stepped out of his seat and down the few steps upon the red carpet that stretched its length all the way to the front of the room. As Nicolette lead the retinue, Marcus made his way over to her and politely bowed before taking her hand and placing a soft kiss upon it as per custom.
“Welcome to Vanderhall, and by that manner Vasile itself, Your Highness.” He greeted her warmly before standing up and smiling to all of them that have come, “I hope your journey was comfortable?”
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Nicolette Deveraux / @antoinettedeveraux / Mariette Deveraux / Juliette Deveraux / @martine / @juliendeveraux
@wilhelmromanov / @claudiaromanov / @elsaromanov / Alexander Romanov
@reed / Annemarie Gardiner / Sage Gardiner / @bastiencorteo
@collindelacroixxii / @collindelacroixxiii / @annaliesedelacroix / @freydelacroix / @arieldelacroix / @bryandelacroix
@kristianbergstrom / @kjerstin