NationStates Jolt Archive

"But don't you want to get married, your Excellence?" Asked Elder Cornelius.

"I suppose. It does get a little lonely around here, since you and your friends in the council have tried your hardest to seperate me from all humans who aren't servants for as long as I can remember," responded High Elder Ryan Wilson XIV.

"Now that's not fair. We've introduced you to the fine daughters of Ryanania's noble houses."

"Who are all boring, shallow, and most of whom are funny looking. I just wish I could've met someone on my own. If iI had gone to public or even private school, like a normal teenager, I'm sure I would have"

"But you couldn't have married a commoner. Tradition dictates-"

"Yes, yes, I'm aware of all our traditions. Don't tell me things I already know, like I'm some sort of idiot Esamanian."

"I apologize, your Excellence."

"Damn straight."

"Um, yes, at any rate, the suitors are due to arrive today, so it would be well if you began preparing for the meeting."

"It would be well if your mom started preparing for her meeting with me."

"Sire, why must you always talk about my mother?"

"That's what your mom said last night."

"What?"

"Get out."


OOC: to Rotovia and Hamptonshire; go ahead and make your first posts, and then we'll go on from there.

(OOC: Dang, I wish I had signed up.[/breaking/rules/of/the/closed/RP])

(OOC: Dang, I wish I had signed up.[/breaking/rules/of/the/closed/RP])You must have missed my "Leader of Ryanania Seeks Wife" thread.

"Janey, you have to get ready. You must meat the High Elder." Dame Dianne yells to her granddaugher.

"I'm getting ready. Grand-mum, while you were sitting talking to Reg, I was readying the latest Budget Report. It's a wonder how much the Royal Armory Directorate wastes in poor productively each year..."

"Jane, put down the report. Get dressed, and get ready to meet the High Elder. What you do here may have long lasting and far reaching consequences."

"Yes mum, I'll be ready in a minute."

OCC:
"Reg" is Grand Duke Reginald Leopold I.
One more thing, where is the place where the High Elder meets the women?

"Janey, you have to get ready. You must meat the High Elder." Dame Dianne yells to her granddaugher.

"I'm getting ready. Grand-mum, while you were sitting talking to Reg, I was readying the latest Budget Report. It's a wonder how much the Royal Armory Directorate wastes in poor productively each year..."

"Jane, put down the report. Get dressed, and get ready to meet the High Elder. What you do here may have long lasting and far reaching consequences."

"Yes mum, I'll be ready in a minute."

OCC:
"Reg" is Grand Duke Reginald Leopold I.
One more thing, where is the place where the High Elder meets the women?OOC: First just post you arrival in Ryanania, and your getting settled in at the Ritz Hotel. Then the suitor will have dinner with Ryan or something like that. I haven't worked out the details on my part yet.

Onboard the Princess' private jet, Athena paced the velvet lined hallways much to the displeasure of her escorts.

Tutuor: "Your Eminency, must you?"

Athena: "Must you insist on flying me accross the world to be presented as if I were some kind of gift?"

Tutor: "That is not the case, you are the Princess of the most distinguished Household in all of Rotovia and sister to the Crown Prince, our noble President, you havea a duty to your people and your family to continue that line..."

Athena: "Do not presume to lecture me on my duty when you cannot even complete a simple tas..."

One of her bodygaurds steps inbetween them and directs Athena's attention else where.

Agent: "Ma'am look, you can see the sun setting over the ocean"

Athena: "I just do not see why I can not choose my own husband"

Agent: "No one is forcing you to marry the man..."

Athena: "Though, no one stops short of implying I must for the sake of your family"

The speaker system booms to life "We will be touching down at out destination in half an hour..."

Dame Dianne: Send this message to Ryanania: Due to current national security concerns, the Countess will be unable to travel to meet the High Elder.

Jane: Why can't I go? I think I should still go.

Dame Dianne: Not right now. The Royal Congress has been called to an Emergency Meeting and the Grand Duke has ordered the Cabinet to Hampton Palace.

Jane: But...

Dame Dianne: I will hear nothing of this right now. Security before diplomacy, nation before self. This is not the time for unnecessary action.

Jane turns around and hastily walks to her room. Her mother and her grandmother leave the Palace to attend to their official duties.

Dame Dianne: Send this message to Ryanania: Due to current national security concerns, the Countess will be unable to travel to meet the High Elder.

Jane: Why can't I go? I think I should still go.

Dame Dianne: Not right now. The Royal Congress has been called to an Emergency Meeting and the Grand Duke has ordered the Cabinet to Hampton Palace.

Jane: But...

Dame Dianne: I will hear nothing of this right now. Security before diplomacy, nation before self. This is not the time for unnecessary action.

Jane turns around and hastily walks to her room. Her mother and her grandmother leave the Palace to attend to their official duties.We understand. There is much turmoil on the high seas today.

Dame Dianne: Send this message to Ryanania: Due to current national security concerns, the Countess will be unable to travel to meet the High Elder.

Jane: Why can't I go? I think I should still go.

Dame Dianne: Not right now. The Royal Congress has been called to an Emergency Meeting and the Grand Duke has ordered the Cabinet to Hampton Palace.

Jane: But...

Dame Dianne: I will hear nothing of this right now. Security before diplomacy, nation before self. This is not the time for unnecessary action.

Jane turns around and hastily walks to her room. Her mother and her grandmother leave the Palace to attend to their official duties.We understand. There is much turmoil on the high seas today.

Once the two potentially grave events facing Hamptonshire resolve themselves, the Countess and her escorts would be more than happy to travel to Ryanania if the offer is still open by then.

"Have all the preparations been made for Princess Athena's arrival?" Asked High Elder Ryan Wilson XIV.

"Yes, my lord. The Ritz has their finest suite reserved for her, and enough rooms for her entourage. The Navy band will play Rotovia's national anthem when her plane touches down, and a motorcade will be waiting to take her to the hotel," responded Wilson's Minister of Foreign Affairs, Colin Hull.

"I assume maximum security measures have been implemented? I don't trust those bastards who are defending Esam not to try some cowardly terror attack."

"Yes, my lord. As soon as her plane comes within range of Ryanania's Joint Strike Fighters, several of our elite squadrons will escort her to Doolittle Air Force Base. While she is in Ryanania City, the air force will patrol the skies 24/7, and any unidentified air traffic will be warned to change their course well before they reach the city limits. Our barcoding and ID card system will make it easier to detect foreign agents, and entry to our nation has been greatly restricted ever since we began arranging the meeting. The hotel and the area around it will be guarded Marine Force Recon operatives, supervised by the all thirty-two of the Archangels. Counter-snipers, bomb sniffing dogs, the works. Road traffic will be completely blocked by concrete flowerpots that can stop a tank-- they look very nice, though. Any suspicious looking persons in the area will be stopped by the Marine Force Recon operatives. The river will be secured by our Cyclone patrol boats and by the police."

"Excellent. Get in the limo; I'll be out shortly."

After straightening out his regalia, Ryan walked down the steps of the palace too his waiting armored limousine. Soon, he was on his way to the airfield to greet the princess.

Dame Dianne: Send this message to Ryanania: Due to current national security concerns, the Countess will be unable to travel to meet the High Elder.

Jane: Why can't I go? I think I should still go.

Dame Dianne: Not right now. The Royal Congress has been called to an Emergency Meeting and the Grand Duke has ordered the Cabinet to Hampton Palace.

Jane: But...

Dame Dianne: I will hear nothing of this right now. Security before diplomacy, nation before self. This is not the time for unnecessary action.

Jane turns around and hastily walks to her room. Her mother and her grandmother leave the Palace to attend to their official duties.We understand. There is much turmoil on the high seas today.

Once the two potentially grave events facing Hamptonshire resolve themselves, the Countess and her escorts would be more than happy to travel to Ryanania if the offer is still open by then.Hopefully Hamptonshire deems it safe for the Countess to travel to Ryanania within the next few days. We can assure you that she would be safe both en route to Ryanania, and while in Ryanania. If you could tell us what particular security concerns you have, we might be able to do something about them.

The plane touches down with a slight jerk and eases to a stop. Inside, men and women scury around Athena working on her already emaculate make-up and hair.

Athena: "Do you mind?"

Tutor: "That is enough, Athena...come"

Her Tutor extends his hand and escorts her towards the door of the plane. Four Rotovian Bureu of Intelligence Agents step out first, in accordance with security protocol.

Then, with a grace reserved only for royalty Athena decended the steps to the long deep strain of Rotovia's Anthem. Behind her she is proded by her Tutor.

Tutor: (Whispered) "Smile..."

Athena: (Whispered) "I...hate...you"

Crossing infront of them comes a Rotovian Diplomat, who instinctively seeks out the most proffesional looking gentlemen.

Diplomat: "People of Ryanania, I give Her Royal Majesty, Her Imperial Eminency Princess Athena August Baccheus, Daughter to His Royal Majesty, His Eminency King Zeus Baccheus XI and Her Eminency, Her Grace the Duchess Julietta Solara DuPré, Sister to the Crown Prince and President of the Republic His Eminency, Senator Dionysus Baccheus"

Hopefully Hamptonshire deems it safe for the Countess to travel to Ryanania within the next few days. We can assure you that she would be safe both en route to Ryanania, and while in Ryanania. If you could tell us what particular security concerns you have, we might be able to do something about them.

The concerns are not for the safety of the Countess herself, but of the nation in general. The problem is that her escorts, her mother, the Hon. Janice Winthrop, MP, and her grandmother, Dame Dianne Volkssen, Chancellor of the Treasury are both high ranking members of the Royal Federal Government. As Chancellor of the Treasury, member of the Cabinet, and a member of the Privy Council, Dame Dianne is a crucial advisor to the Grand Duke. The Hon. Janice Winthrop, MP is the Vice Chairwoman of the House Committee on Intelligence, another crucial post during times of potential war.

Once the situations confronting Hamptonshire have subsided, the Countess and her escorts will be immediately departing for Ryanania.

The plane touches down with a slight jerk and eases to a stop. Inside, men and women scury around Athena working on her already emaculate make-up and hair.

Athena: "Do you mind?"

Tutor: "That is enough, Athena...come"

Her Tutor extends his hand and escorts her towards the door of the plane. Four Rotovian Bureu of Intelligence Agents step out first, in accordance with security protocol.

Then, with a grace reserved only for royalty Athena decended the steps to the long deep strain of Rotovia's Anthem. Behind her she is proded by her Tutor.

Tutor: (Whispered) "Smile..."

Athena: (Whispered) "I...hate...you"

Crossing infront of them comes a Rotovian Diplomat, who instinctively seeks out the most proffesional looking gentlemen.

Diplomat: "People of Ryanania, I give Her Royal Majesty, Her Imperial Eminency Princess Athena August Baccheus, Daughter to His Royal Majesty, His Eminency King Zeus Baccheus XI and Her Eminency, Her Grace the Duchess Julietta Solara DuPré, Sister to the Crown Prince and President of the Republic His Eminency, Senator Dionysus Baccheus"High Elder Ryan James Wilson XIV was dressed in his formal attire: a royal purple double-breasted uniform with brass buttons down to the waist and gold epaulets on the shoulders. His shoes clicked on the tarmac as he stepped forward to greet the Princess.

Here we go, he thought to himself, as he took a deep breath.

"Greetings, milady, and welcome to Ryanania," he said, then bowed and kissed her hand, as was the proper way to greet a noblewoman. "Your accomodations at the Ritz are prepared for your arrival. If you would like, tomorrow I could show you around Ryanania city. There are many things to see here," he said. He didn't sound the least bit nervous, as he was used to giving speeches in front of crowds of millions of people in Crowner Gunn Plaza, but his heart was racing and his legs felt as if they were made of gelatin. This was potentially his future wife, if the council had their way, and that scared him.

He smiled and awaited her response.

She nervously withdrew her hand concious of her Tutor hidden gestures to stand straight. Attempting to her potential husband in the eyes Athena spoke, her cultured Rotovian accent could easily be mistaken for a high-class British person if not for the flowering phonetics of the Rotovian dialect.

Athena: "That would be... lovely"

"Excellent. I look forward to it," said Wilson. "I'm sure you must be tired from your flight, so I'll leave you now." He bowed, and walked back toward his aides.

A diplomat direct the Princess to her limousine.

When Wilson arrived back at the palace Elder Cornelius got out of his vehicle and said, "You did splendidly, Sire,"

"Shut up, woman! I'm nervous because I have a date with a Princess tomorrow, and I've never been on a date before. As you already know, I'm not pleased with the Council for their meddling. Due to those two factors, I currently have no patience with you or any other Council member." Before Cornelius could say anything in response, Wilson stormed up the steps, and into the palace.

She's certainly a beautiful young lady, but I wonder what her personality is like. I'll find out tomorrow, I suppose. I hope she doesn't feel forced into this, like I do.

It is with great sadness that the Royal Household Directorate must announce the death of Jane Winthrop, Countess of Yespani. She was murdered by Separatist Rebels in the Oltremare Province of Hamptonshire. An investigation is currently underway. Thank you.

Elder Cornelius rushed into High Elder Ryan Wilson XIV's office, the secretary yelling, "hey!"

"Who said you could come in here, woman?!" Snapped Wilson.

"I have good news, sire! Your potential suitors have been narrowed down to one! Lady Winthrop was unfortunately assassinated by rebels," said Cornelius.

"Good news?! My God, you're sick! Get the hell out, NOW!"

"A poor choice of words on my par-" Cornelius began to apologize, but Wilson threw a cat at him, at which point he retreated.

Wilson immediately began writing a letter to Hamptonshire.

Dear people of Hamptonshire, I express my deepest sympathy at the passing of a fine lady, Countess Jane Winthrop. I would have loved to have met her, and we may have even married. Unfortunately, evil has won this day, but good will prevail in the end, as always. I hope your people come out of this tragedy even stronger and more determined than they were before. If there is anything your nation requires, ask and you shall recieve. May God bless you all.

Sincerely,
High Elder Ryan James Wilson XIV of the Holy Republic of Ryanania

When Ryan XIV and Princess Athena met in the lobby of the Ritz, the next morning, the press was waiting oustside, of course. Ryan loved the press, so he waved to the cameras and smiled as he walked outside with the Princess. They got inside a limousine, which then began taking them around Ryanania City. They stopped and saw such sights as Miklagard, a large castle in the center of the city that was built by Will the Crowner Gunn's son, Ryan the First, 1,100 years ago. They didn't have time to see all of the sights in Ryanania City that day, for there were far too many. They went to lunch at the finest restaraunt in the city. Overall, he thought that the Princess enjoyed herself that day, but he didn't really know, since he wasn't good at reading girls.

When he got back to his palace, Foreign Minister Colin Hull was waiting for him. Hull said, "Sir, the Council has worked out a schedule with Princess Athena's guardians, and tomorrow she is scheduled to have dinner here."

"Tell the Council that I appreciate their meddling immensely," he said sarcastically. He would have asked her over for dinner anyway, but he still didn't like the fact that the Council was trying to control the details of his life.

He went up to his office to check on the Ensign Arthur fiasco. He barely heard the Naval Judge Advocate General on the phone say, "the Ministry of Justice may have a mafia member in custody who can help us track Arthur down..." Ryan was too busy thinking. It was a scary feeling to know that he might be getting married soon. He tried to figure out whether he even like Princess Athena, but he really didn't know what he felt.

Athena: "So allow me clarfiy this? I get no choice in the matter?"

Tutor: "None, Your Eminency... why must you so difficult?"

Athena: "Why must you be so annoying?"

Tutor: "Pray tell who I annoy you, Your Eminency?"

Athena: "Finishing every sentance with my title for one..."

Tutor: "Will you be attending the dinner or not?"

Athena: "Do I have a choice?"

Tutor: "No"

Athena: "Then why ask?"

OOC: To be finished when I have more time