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Her majesty Queen Rebecca of Tiberon released to the public earlier this afternoon that she is currently searching for love among her peers. the teenage queen does her best for her people, and tries her best. she asks that anyone interested in going on a date with her either send her a telegram, or contact her some other way.

Thankyou.

Your Majesty,
I would be more than interested in showing you an excellent time.
Yours truly,
King Frederick ap Eiluned

Your Highness king Frederick-
I would be very happy to join you out for an evening. please send me a telegram so we may work out the details.


Her Majesty, Queen Rebecca

From the desk of Lord High Senator Derai -

My son, having seen your picture and heard you speak, wishes to communicate with you.

With all due respect to station,

Prime Minister Lord High Senator Jann'u Derai

To: Queen Rebecca of Tiberon

I would love the opportunity of meeting you in person. When would it be convenient for us to meet?
--President Mike Kowalski

I must check my schedule. I will let you know as soon as my scribe tells me when I have holes to fill you in. hopefully we can find a common date & time!

Q. Rebecca De Monte

Your Majesty,
I shall arrive by boat in a day's time.
Sincerely,
Frederick

[OOC: Is there not a picture of this young queen?]

Tiberon welcomes you King Frederick, with open arms! a royal Gala shall be held in your honor as soon as is convient for you... when shall you be leaving our humble nation, so as we may plan around your presence?

Q. Rebecca De Monte

Your Majesty,
I shall likely leave in four days time to lead my armies in the battle now readying in the dreaming. Depending on how this goes, I might well return after the war is over.
Yours,
King Frederick

(( no photographs as of now.. apologies))

Your Highness-
In your honor, I shall personally hold a gala the night of your arrival. I am sorry to here of war in your homeland. the deaths of ones people are hardly a joyous occasion.

Yours,
Q. Rebecca

The next day, a wooden white ship with sails flying high sails into the harbor in Tiburon. Sailors scurry about the ropes, bringing the sails down as the ship hitches up to the dock. Planks lower onto the dock proper, a few officers stepping off and handling a few official details with local dockside authorities.

It is only then that Frederick comes himself. He is not a human man but a being far more beautiful, his face seeming to shine with grace and nobility. His ears are not round but long and pointed, slowly tapering to the most delicate of points well above his brown hair. The being wears a gossamer tunic of shining silver and a pair of black, finely cut, trousers. His boots click softly on the wood as he steps down to the dock. With a radiant smile, he addresses those present. "Good evening. I am Frederick ap Eiluned, by the grace of Dana king of Bilbtoria. I am here to pay a call on Her Majesty, Queen Rebecca."

Her majesty Queen Rebecca stands at the dock, hands folded, her long red hair braided down her back, and her sharp green eyes staring out at the skip before her. she is quite short, and around 5'1" and thin. she wears a long purple dress with golden trim. the backs of her sleeves extend to her knees. she has a gaurd on either side of her. she is quite pretty. When Kind Frederick finishes speaking, she curtesies, but barely. " Her Majesty Queen Rebecca De Monte, daughter of King Danyon the second." she says softly, not taking her eyes off from him. " It's a pleasure to meet you."

I must check my schedule. I will let you know as soon as my scribe tells me when I have holes to fill you in. hopefully we can find a common date & time!

Q. Rebecca De Monte

For you, I will make time. In all reality, I have no major plans that couldn't be changed.
--Mike Kowalski


Biography on Mike Kowalski
Born: Jan 1, 1990
Entered Military service: Jan 1, 2008
Military record: Entered Service in Gadsden, Alabama with his two brothers. Graduated boot camp and AIT with superb ratings in Physical fitness. Qualified double expert on the M29 (OICW) rifle and was squad leader all during boot. After AIT, Kowalski and his two identical brothers entered the hills of North Korea in the same unit, as machine gunners. Served with honor and valor, earning the Medal of Honor for charging twelve machine gun nests alone with only his OICW and four grenades, killing all enemies inside and capturing their guns. Rapidly promoted because of this, even given a battlefield comission of Captain after this incident. Recalled back to America in January 2009, days before the split of America and CM at the inaguration of Hilary Clinton. During the Secession Wars, earned five Naval Crosses, six Purple Hearts, ten Silver Stars, Fifteen Bronze Stars, and given the rank of Colonial due to his leadership in the battle of Gatlinburgh, the Siege of Nashville, and the Hunt in Houston. He also participated in the mission to capture Osama Bin Laden with David Miles. Made Commandant of the Marine Corps when David Miles became President in 2025 and elected President of Crazed Marines just recently in 2027. Seen as a kind leader, Mike has passed many pro-business and military laws. He is beloved by his people and hated by his country's enemies.

The king does not offer a hand himself. That is the lady's perogative and to do so first would be an insult to a queen. Instead, he just smiles, bowing his head. "The pleasure, I assure you, is entirely mine. If I may be so bold, Your Majesty is as beautiful as she is charming. I have some of my people researching the finest establishments in your nation. By this evening, I should know enough of local culture to know where one should take a lady such as Your Majesty."

((OOC: About how old does she look?))

Mr. Kowalski-
perhaps i could arrange something for two weeks from now?


Q.R.D.M

As I said, anytime will be fine. What you offered will be fine.
--Mikw Kowalski

She smiles softly, blushing a bit, her face suddenly looks younger than her usual 17 years when she smiles, and more like 15. " feel free to do as you wish here. Tiberon is a playdome for all of my guests. what's mine is yours." she softly smiles, and extend her arm, to escort him to her palace. " might you join me in a walk to Manor De Monte? I'm sure you could use some rest and a good meal from your journey..."

Frederick takes her hand, kissing the air directly above it, as one does to the hand of a proper lady. He then takes her arm in his, walking with her towards the castle. "It is hardly my pleasure I had in mind. I merely want to take you out to a dinner worthy of such a queen."

As he walks, he looks about, taking in the scenery. "Yes, I could use some rest and a hearty meal. I do not often travel by sea. However, I could not resist your offer. I only regret that I do not have more time but...things grow dire in the dreaming."

He falls silent for a moment or so before speaking once more. "Perhaps we shall speak of one another's kingdoms. This is the first contact we have had and I would not be surprised if I were the first of my race to come to these shores. Please, tell me of Tiberon."

Rebecca smiles softly as she walks, and then grins before she begins to speak of her home. "let's see... well as you know, this is Tiberon, and I am queen. my family, the De monte's, have ruled Tiberon for the last 300 years. We are a little behind some other countries. we don't have alot of modern technologies, but we get by, and we have very little pollution.." Blushes, as she realizes she rambling.
"Please forgive me... I don't mean to bore you.... tell me about your home."

Frederick shakes his head. "No, no, of course not. You are hardly rambling, Your Majesty. Still, you have not answered my question. Have those of my race been here before."

The king looks off. "The Empire of the Resurgent Dream contains six kingdoms, including my own Kingdom of Bilbtoria. In turn, the Empire is part of the larger Empire of Mists. My homeland contains not only sidhe, such as myself, but fairy creatures of all sorts. Perhaps, when there is more time, I shall tell you of all our peoples. Of course, most of the population, about eight tenths, is human like yourself."

He continues. "We are a constitutional monarchy, with most decisions made by our elected parliament. It is a multi-party system with nine major parties competing for power."

The queen sort of sighs. " we are a traditional monarchy... and I'm sorry to say that as far as I know, you are the first from your kingdom to ever step foot on Tiberon soil. " they arrive at the door to the manor, and the huge doors swing open toward the inside. there is a large lobby style room on the otherside of the doors with a set of double curved stairs. doors line the lobby. " Shall show you to your room first, or would you like to eat?" Smiles sweetly.

((Check your telegrams.))

((sry... TOTALLY missed that... I don't ignore it. my bad... it's late and i can't really read all to well right now, cuz i've been up for so long... Is it cool if i let you go and we continue this another time when i have the ability of reading comprehension? lol))

((It's fine, hun. And you normally don't have to post when you go to bed on here. Just go and come back again later. The thread'll still be here. Sleep well))

Frederick smiles. "I do believe I would like to eat first." The sidhe pauses, tilting his head. "If I am the first, I do hope I am making a decent impression for my people. I wouldn't wanting anyone thinking ill of them on my account."

She smiles softly. " Alas, you are not the first to come... we have some citizens much like yourself, all over the islands." she is trying very carefully not to be offensive with the way she words things as she directs him toward the first door on the left, which leads into a massive dining hall. there are double doors to the back of the room which lead into a ballroom. " Please, sit. dinner should be ready momentarily."

Frederick arches a brow sharply. "Citizens? No sidhe is simply a citizen. You have sidhe nobles or you do not have true sidhe." Frederick frowns faintly, studying her expression.

"Of course." he says, as he moves to sit.

Rebecca Blushes scarlet. " My apologies. I did not mean to offend you. I tend to sum things up under one word, and that is wrong of me. you are quite right. the Sidhe persons here, are all nobles." seats herself at the head of the table.

Frederick nods, awaiting the meal. "I still must say it surprises me greatly. Perhaps you could tell me more."

the meal is brought out on golden trays. the meal is made up of potatoes, cheese, peas, and a bit of ham. " more? I don't quite understand what you're saying...Forgive me."

Frederick tilts his head lightly. "About how any number of my people came to live in your nation."

Rebecca Looks down at her plate, picks up her fork, and takes a bit of potato. "not very many at all.. I do believe that it is no more than 4." she takes a bite, and sighs a little bit.

Frederick tilts his head a little. "Come now, there is no reason to be upset. It pains me to see such a lovely face look so down."

As he eats, he studies his hostess with rapt interest. "What would you wish to speak of?"

Rebecca Blushes, and lifts her head slowly. " hmm.. well... do you like to dance? I don't know if you got the letter i sent you, but, I have planned a gala for this evening, if you're up to it, after all that travelling." " how is your food? I hope it is to your liking?"

Rebecca Blushes, and lifts her head slowly. " hmm.. well... do you like to dance? I don't know if you got the letter i sent you, but, I have planned a gala for this evening, if you're up to it, after all that travelling." " how is your food? I hope it is to your liking?"

Frederick nods. "I am more than up for it. It is for such things that I came here. The food, also, is rather delightful. Your cook certainly knows his way around the kitchen. Has he served you long?"

Rebecca Smiles softly. " not this one. she does not cook very often... only for certain guests. I do truly hope you enjoy yourself during your time here."

Frederick shrugs. "I enjoy the food. I enjoy the company. I look forward to our date. I do believe it will go quite well. I have it all worked out."

The sidhe eats daintily. "The countryside is certainly lovely and the people seem charming. Perhaps you would tell me more of your history?"

rebecca places her fork down on her plate softly, fold her hands in her lap, and says " well... a man named Alejandro Germaine founded this country, and named it after the Tiber river valley in Italy... his family ruled for 200 years, and then war broke out, and my Ancestor took the crown. we're sort of technologically behind, as far as at home, and travelling go, but, our hospitals have all the best. we live a simple life here, but a good one..." bites her lower lip softly, thinking.

Frederick nods. "The simple life certainly has great appeal. And, I see that your court is one of grace and charm. Yes, I think I am rather fond of things here. Were your people from Italy originally, if I might ask?"

As Frederick finishes, he smiles over at her, gently. "We are catching up technologically as well. However, what we lack in science, we make up for in magic. Bilbtoria would be glad to offer support to you in such things and I'm sure the empire as a whole would as well."

He rises as the dinner ends, bowing. "If Your Majesty will excuse me, I would retire to prepare to escort you to the ball. I will pick you up this evening, dear lady."

Rebecca Smiles, " Some are italian, but in the last century or so we've become very diverse."

she nods, taking small sips.

" I shall do the same. " Stands. " My quarters are at the top of the stairs, to the right, fourth door on the left." she smiles softly.

Frederick retires, going to take a nap before the ball. When it is time, he slips from his quarters, wearing a perfectly cut gossamer tunic of smooth black that seems to accentuate his lithe, near perfect figure and trousers cut and colored to match. His fine leather boots click softly on the ground as he approaches, smiling dashingly. He knocks lightly on the queen's door.

When Rebecca opens the door, she sees that he holds fourteen roses. Bowing, he presents them to her with a flourish. "Lovely flowers for a lovely lady."

Frederick proffers his arm, escorting the young woman to the ball itself. "So what sort of noble lords and ladies should I expect at this event, Your Majesty?"

She dresses in a Long red and Silver gown and coats her neck with silver necklaces. she thanks him for the flowers and the compliment, and sets them in a lovely crystal Vase by the door of her quarters.
" I don't know... hm.. well beware of insulting Lord Callentine's mole... you'll know him when you see him... he actually had it planted there while on Holiday in Austrailia, during that woman.. what was her name? oh yes... Cindy Crawford, i think... well when she was popular. and then beware of the Boca's all thoguher... Lord and lady... she never stops talking... ever. and he asks rude questions. you can pick them out by her large hair, and his huge golden brooch." Blushes. " I truly do not mean to be rude... I'm quite sorry."

He just smiles. "It is quite alright, Queen Rebecca." He squeezes her hand lightly, giving her a gentle smile.

When they arrive at the ball, Frederick surveys the room briefly. His keen eyes note all the other lords and ladies, what they're wearing, who they are, which are the ones Rebecca warned him about. "It seems set up quite splendidly." he remarks, waiting for Rebecca to introduce him to the others.

Queen Rebecca smiles, and lead him around, slowly, intoducing him to many.
"The Duchess, Lady Nieve." wore a Multicolored frumpy gauze gown.
" Lady Webster of Yohn." was much younger than she appeared, and carried a smoking cigerette in her hand always.
" the Duke, Lord Robert." was plump and
" The Duke, Lord Bebins" was tall, thin, with pointed ears, and a kind nature.
" Lady Kensing of Jode." looked very much like Lord bebins, but was relatively shorter. " His half sister." Rebecca Explained.
as well as many others. she seats herself back at her place at the table where they had eaten just hours before. she put her elbows on the tables edge and let one go limp ontop of the other. The music, a soft and graceful type, started up in the middle. the doors that had seperated the ballroom from the dining room, were open. she offers him a seat.
" so... what do you think of the Ball thus far?"

Frederick sits next to her, taking her hand gently. "I like it quite well. Still, I would wish to dance with you."

Rebecca smiles softly. " i'd like that very much." extend her hair to him.

Frederick takes her hand, guiding her to the dance floor. He takes her in his arms, dancing swiftly and elegantly. While he leads firmly, with an innate air of command, her is also thoroughly gentle, holding her as though she were the most precious thing upon the earth.

With a flourish, Frederick spins Rebecca, catching her in strong arms. "I do hope the good queen is enjoying herself."

Rebecca smiles and laughs like many there had never seen her. " I am enjoying myself very much... how about you?" the song changes to something a little slower.

He dances, holding her side gently and pulling her close. "I am enjoying myself very much. It is a shame I shall have to leave all this for the horrors of war so soon."

" you are quite right... I myself am blessed enough to not have had to endure a war as of this time... but when i do.. like my ancestors, I will fight too. I am very sorry that you will have to endure such terrible things... but perhaps.." Rebecca looks into his eyes, softly, " If you had something to return do, you would do so quicker?" she bites her lower lip softly.

Frederick smiles a little. "I have many things to return to. What I need, dear Rebecca, is someone to return to, if I may be so bold."

Rebecca grins, and slowly leans in to him." you may." feeling oddly bold herself, she leans in and slowly moves to kiss him.

Frederick wraps his arms around her. He dips her again, bending over and kissing her with fierce passion. He rises again, letting his fingers trail through her lovely, dark hair. "I would very much like to court you, Your Majesty. Though...there are complications that I should discuss frankly."

" Come.." Rebecca whispers softly. she takes him hand, and leads him to a bookcase by the band. nobody notices them in particular, as she opens the front panel of the bookcase just enough to let them through. it leads into a dark room,with a single candle lit. she uses this one candle to light the rest, and then sits at a small rough wooden table in the middle of this secret room.
" Speak Candidly, Your Highness. none may hear us here, thus, we do not require to be diplomatic... to an extent of course."

He follows her, smiling warmly as the room lights up. "Candidly, then, Rebecca, I want to be with you. I want to court you as befits a queen such as yourself. However, the complication arises if we were to wed. Any wife of mine would be queen of Bilbtoria and any queen of Bilbtoria would be bound to the high queen. I am not sure how your people would react to you sitting on another throne as well as theirs or about you paying tribute to Agwene."

a few of the phrases you just used are unfarmiliar to me... high queen? and whom is Agwene. I don;t mean to offend of course. as far as the possibilty of being queen of both, this nothing that hasn't happened before. that is how we gained our largest outer island, Roxana... My great great grandmother, married the king of Roxana, and when he died, he left the crown to her. she made Roxana a part of Tiberon, officially... not that I'm saying we would do something so drastic in our position, but there are many "doubles" I guess you could say, in Tiberon History/

Frederick nods a little. "We did something in the history of our empire. That is how both the Resurgent Dream and Akaton came to be under the common crown of Mists. What I am saying is that Bilbtoria is a part of the Empire of the Resurgent Dream and thus I am a vassal of High Queen Agwene who is herself a vassal of Empress Aiwyn and Emperor Draconis."

Rebecca Nods, and sort of stares. " Let's just float this... you know like take things as they come. I'd like to at least try this... that is, if you're willing."

Frederick nods, kissing her again. "So would I, darling." He sits back, taking her hand gently in his. "So would I."

After a long while has past, Frederick looks up. His fair face seems even more beautiful by candlelight, lightly catching a play of light and shadow that seems natural to him. "Do you think we should rejoin the others at some point?"

If you would so like...


She smiles softly, and stands, then blows out all the candles except one.

He rises as well, just looking at her in the light. Taking her in his arms, he presses one more kiss to her lips before escorting her back out onto the dance floor. Ignoring the looks of the courtiers, he makes his way for the refreshment table. "What would you like, Your Majesty?" He has already gotten two cups, releasing her arm to do so. "I know I could use some punch."

she looks around at the courtiers, and smiles, " Punch too please. I apologize for this party being so silly... I didn't quite have time to get a good caterer. my apologies." she runs a hand over her crown.

Frederick smiles slightly. "I don't think it is silly in the least, my darling. And I am quite honored you considered me a reason for a party." He winks, pouring her a glass of punch. Sliding into her hand, he then proceeds to serve himself.

The king sips his punch, watching the room quietly for a long moment. "It is nice."

((OOC: Check your tgs))