A First Date (closed, invite only)
CLOSED except for Grawyn
Despite his cruel efficiency at economic intrigue, political sabotage, and a strong support for slavery, the king Arborgard commands his legions, and controls his people unloved, until a certain man decides to take his leader's personal life into his own hands.
Now he begins his meeting with the beautiful Grand Duchess Cordelia Lucinda Tertia Catherine de Grawyn, whom if the meeting is successful, will be a greater bless than even his coronation himself.
The fate of Jenrak is determined on this meeting, and the man's head is as well.
OOC: I told you I'd get a post here ASAP, Jenrak, and I meant it. Here you go.
IC:
Lady Cordelia, otherwise known as Grand Duchess Cordelia Lucinda Tertia Catherine de Grawyn, fidgeted nervously in her seat as her plane descended upon the empire of Jenrak. It struck her as almost funny that she was the Grand Duchess of Grawyn, a country with a total population of some nine million people, and here she was getting fidgety over a date like some kind of high school cheerleader. Hilda, her personal bodyguard, sat across from her pretending to read a fashion magazine, which was probably about as interesting to her as watching lard solidify. Eventually, however, she gave up on that and looked up.
“Is this business with Arborgard really bothering you that much, Lady Cordelia?”
Cordelia nodded.
“I don’t see why,” Hilda said simply. “It’s not like you actually need him to love you, just to marry you so Grawyn can prosper. He might marry you and then you’ll hardly see him, and on the other hand, maybe you will fall madly in love with each other, which I doubt a lot, and still there is the third possibility that he might choose another woman.”
Cordelia nodded again, but she still did not speak. Hilda started to speak again, but a man in the uniform of the Grawyn Defense Forces entered the main compartment and snapped his arm up into a salute, which Cordelia acknowledged with a nod of her head.
“Milady, we are approaching our destination,” the young soldier informed her.
“Request instructions on a landing site,” Cordelia instructed in a voice that did not betray her nervousness.
“Right away, Milady,” the soldier answered, and then he left.
“I guess it’s time to get down to business,” Cordelia said.
“I guess so,” Hilda replied.
The lights dazzled along the silver moon as Arborgard sat from his throne, the moonlight gazing down upon the great halls of vaught fervishly as the eerie shadows casted by the place covered most of the hidden people within the vaught. However, despite the nature of himself, it would not be proper to greet without kindness and a soft nature.
As he stood up from his throne and walked down onto the pedestals, his old friend walked up beside him, and she lifted her hand onto his shoulder welcomingly.
"Don't touch me." He fiercely commanded.
"Does it bother that much, Arborgard?" Ashili asked, her eyes contracting.
"No." He lied.
She gave out a hearty, yet cold laugh. "I've known you since we were little children, old friend. I've watch you kill, maim, slaughter and eradicate all within Jenrak you deemed a plague; rebels, insurgents, spies, even the old kings. You did it without worry. No you are worried about this? Why not call this off?" She asked.
"I can't" He spoke, walking with her, a ray of moonlight lighting up his features. "My honor is my tradition, and without it I am no more than a liar."
"I've done all I can then." Ashili gave up, as she walked away.
Arborgard stood outside his massive castle, when lights twinkled in the distance, and the clouds could not cover them.
"Alright." He breathed carefully. "I'll do my best." He murmured as he walked down the stone steps towards his car, people glancing at him.