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Continued from: Marquis seeks a Fiancée (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=416406&page=1&pp=15)

The plane landed at the designated airport, and surprisingly it hit no turbulence, with the liftoff and landing being unusually smooth. Sharing the grace, the diplomatically marked jet came down the run way, slowing down until it reached the terminal. It stopped, and for a few minutes, seemed to hesitate, before a stairway was rolled to the side of the jet and the door opened. Coming out was a fairly well dressed Georgiana, wearing a simple purple dress and a red ribbon tightly around her neck in a Victorian design. As she slowly, confidently made her way down the stairs, she reached the bottom and adjusted herself, taking off her white bonnet and ribbon and allowing one of her aide's take it for her. One of them spoke to her French as she waited next to the jet at rest.

"Your Serene Majesty, we must notify the Marquis of your arrival first."

"I thought for sure he would see the plainly marked plane. After all, such great lengths were taken to make those large, prominent stripes on the side to show off the French insignia."

The sarcasm in her voice was apparent, but the humor was lost, instead, it seemed to only be a nasty comeback to something she already knew. She turned around to her aide, and bowed her head, in seeming forgiveness.

"I understand, however, the problem of this. I think however we can manage. Perhaps a phone is nearby?"

"I shall seek it, your Serene Majesty."

She nodded and dismissed him as she sighed. Already, she realized she had taken this a bit too quickly. She wasn't even sure why she was doing this, but she wasn't about to disappoint her mother. If anything, she deserved some repayment for her fortitude. Most things come in time.

Bronson was running a little late, hence why he wasn't at the airport to meet Princess Georgiana on time. He had to make sure additional rooms were set aside for Princess Violet of Roman Greece (his prospective wife) and Prince Roland of Terre DeAnge. Not only was he going to by trying to woo Princess Violet, but he would also be trying to act as a delegate on his cousin, Queen Cora's behalf.

"Good thing you're here, sir, Princess Georgiana just arrived. And she sounded a little ticked off," said one his aides.

Bronson sighed as he rushed forward. "She was supposed to notify me when she was coming," he said under his breath.

"Sir, shall we stand by for Princess Violet and Prince Roland?" the aide asked.

"Yes, but . . . Oh I'll sort things out shortly." Bronson said. He wasn't sure if he should wait with Princess Georgiana for the others or head to the palace. He was afraid he'd have to do the latter.

He was dressed in a dark blue suit and matching tie with gold thread woven in it to give it a lovely sheen. "Forgive me for being late, Your Serene Highness," Bronson replied in perfect French. "Unexpected . . . things held me up from being her when I arrived. Shall I take any of your baggage?"

Like most Rastabites he was born with innate ability to at the very least how a person felt and read their auras. He could sense from the princess that she seemed confused and a bit annoyed. No wonder his aides had backed off.

She looked to the Marquis and with a pleasant smile and a turning of her head she bowed her head. It was not polite to bow with your body in public, but she then began to speak to her. Her voice was very srue of herself, and she kept her tone into a polite, pleasant manner.

"Do excuse my rudeness with the aides. I am not a very good flyer. I stepped off the line. I completely understand the delay, and my own inability to remember what to do gave me a lapse of judgement. I should have called you when I was nearing Rastaban, Your Royal Highness. But I forget myself, Marquis. I have not formally introduced myself, but you do seem to know me, so I think that we are on equal ground there. Are we to wait for the others?"

Continued from: Marquis seeks a Fiancée (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=416406&page=1&pp=15)



Bronson was running a little late, hence why he wasn't at the airport to meet Princess Georgiana on time. He had to make sure additional rooms were set aside for Princess Violet of Roman Greece (his prospective wife) and Prince Roland of Terre DeAnge. Not only was he going to by trying to woo Princess Violet, but he would also be trying to act as a delegate on his cousin, Queen Cora's behalf.

"Good thing you're here, sir, Princess Georgiana just arrived. And she sounded a little ticked off," said one his aides.

Bronson sighed as he rushed forward. "She was supposed to notify me when she was coming," he said under his breath.

"Sir, shall we stand by for Princess Violet and Prince Roland?" the aide asked.

"Yes, but . . . Oh I'll sort things out shortly." Bronson said. He wasn't sure if he should wait with Princess Georgiana for the others or head to the palace. He was afraid he'd have to do the latter.

He was dressed in a dark blue suit and matching tie with gold thread woven in it to give it a lovely sheen. "Forgive me for being late, Your Serene Highness," Bronson replied in perfect French. "Unexpected . . . things held me up from being her when I arrived. Shall I take any of your baggage?"

Like most Rastabites he was born with innate ability to at the very least how a person felt and read their auras. He could sense from the princess that she seemed confused and a bit annoyed. No wonder his aides had backed off.

The plane landed in the airport. Princess Violet came out with her aide and they were chatting about. ''Is anyone here?'' Violet's aide shouted repeatedly. Violet was dressed in a Saracen/Greek outfit with her Greek hat and her black gloves. She had medium sized hair. ''God Willing,Nothing will go wrong.'' said Violet. Violet looked around and gazed at the airport. She always did this in new places since she was a little girl.

"Do excuse my rudeness with the aides. I am not a very good flyer. I stepped off the line. I completely understand the delay, and my own inability to remember what to do gave me a lapse of judgement. I should have called you when I was nearing Rastaban, Your Royal Highness. But I forget myself, Marquis. I have not formally introduced myself, but you do seem to know me, so I think that we are on equal ground there. Are we to wait for the others?"

"Yes, well, I know how it can be. I know I get quite irritable after a long journey. No need to apologize, Princess. And please do call me Bronson. Only those announcing me need to call me Marquis."

The plane landed in the airport. Princess Violet came out with her aide and they were chatting about. ''Is anyone here?'' Violet's aide shouted repeatedly. Violet was dressed in a Saracen/Greek outfit with her Greek hat and her black gloves. She had medium sized hair. ''God Willing,Nothing will go wrong.'' said Violet.

Bronson gave an inner sigh as his nearest aide informed him that Princess Violet had landed. "I don't think we'll have to wait to long, Your Serene Highness. It seems my prospective bride, Princess Violet has just arrived. If you wish you may accompany to greet her, or I can have one of the limos standing by take you to the Palace."

'Now all I have to do is wait for Roland,' he thought to himself.

"Yes, well, I know how it can be. I know I get quite irritable after a long journey. No need to apologize, Princess. And please do call me Bronson. Only those announcing me need to call me Marquis."



Bronson gave an inner sigh as his nearest aide informed him that Princess Violet had landed. "I don't think we'll have to wait to long, Your Serene Highness. It seems my prospective bride, Princess Violet has just arrived. If you wish you may accompany to greet her, or I can have one of the limos standing by take you to the Palace."

'Now all I have to do is wait for Roland,' he thought to himself.

''Is anyone here?!'' Violet's aide shouted very loudly before stopping to look around for people. Violet sat on the ground and was reading from her book about Roman Greece History. ''Where is everyone?'' Violet thought to herself.

"Yes, well, I know how it can be. I know I get quite irritable after a long journey. No need to apologize, Princess. And please do call me Bronson. Only those announcing me need to call me Marquis."

"Oh, well, I will remember that. To return the favor, call me Georgiana. Serene Highness is exasperating to say repeatedly, as I am sure you understand."

Bronson gave an inner sigh as his nearest aide informed him that Princess Violet had landed. "I don't think we'll have to wait to long, Your Serene Highness. It seems my prospective bride, Princess Violet has just arrived. If you wish you may accompany to greet her, or I can have one of the limos standing by take you to the Palace."

'Now all I have to do is wait for Roland,' he thought to himself.

"Oh, I think I will stay. Thank you very much for the offer, I would like to meet her myself, as I have little knowledge of Roman Greece."

A rich laugh came from next to Princess Violet. "It seems we both have been abandoned," came a handsome voice from a handsome man. He was tall with blonde hair and soft brown eyes. He held out his hand to her. "I am Dauphin Roland de la Courcel of Terre DeAnge. But please, Dauphin or Roland will do just fine. And who might you be?"

"Oh, well, I will remember that. To return the favor, call me Georgiana. Serene Highness is exasperating to say repeatedly, as I am sure you understand."



"Oh, I think I will stay. Thank you very much for the offer, I would like to meet her myself, as I have little knowledge of Roman Greece."

Violet came in the terminal and greeted the others. ''Hello,I am Violet of Roman Greece.'' she said nicely waving at them. ''I am dressed in my Saracen/Greek outfit and I am wearing a facemask but I can still see. Do you want me to take it off?'' she asked. ''Are we going to the Palace now or later?'' she asked. She then sat beside them looking at them while wondering about Rastaban.

A rich laugh came from next to Princess Violet. "It seems we both have been abandoned," came a handsome voice from a handsome man. He was tall with blonde hair and soft brown eyes. He held out his hand to her. "I am Dauphin Roland de la Courcel of Terre DeAnge. But please, Dauphin or Roland will do just fine. And who might you be?"

''I am Princess Violet of The Byzantine Constitutional Monarchy Of Roman Greece.'' Violet said bowing courtly. ''I am excited to come to Rastaban.'' she said. ''You must be French,Roland.'' she said. ''I am Saracen and Greek.'' Violet said.

"As you wish, Georgiana." And he excused himself to greet Roland and Violet

Bronson arrived just in time to see her greeted by Roland. He felt he would be sighing all night. "Forgive me for being ever so late. I am rather stretched thin right now." He bowed to Roland. "Dauphine Roland, a pleasure to see you."

He turned to Violet and took her hand, kissing it. "You Highness, wonderful to finally meet you at last. Please, lets join Princess Georgiana and we'll head to the Palace where we may all talk."

He lead them back to Georgiana. "Princess Georgiana, may I present Dauphine Roland de la Courcel, Crown Prince of Terre DeAnge and Princess Violet of Roman Greece."

"As you wish, Georgiana." And he excused himself to greet Roland and Violet

Bronson arrived just in time to see her greeted by Roland. He felt he would be sighing all night. "Forgive me for being ever so late. I am rather stretched thin right now." He bowed to Roland. "Dauphine Roland, a pleasure to see you."

He turned to Violet and took her hand, kissing it. "You Highness, wonderful to finally meet you at last. Please, lets join Princess Georgiana and we'll head to the Palace where we may all talk."

He lead them back to Georgiana. "Princess Georgiana, may I present Dauphine Roland de la Courcel, Crown Prince of Terre DeAnge and Princess Violet of Roman Greece."

''You are very nice,Branson.'' Violet said a little blushing. ''Hello,Georgiana.'' Violet said nicely. ''I am from Roman Greece and I am one of the few kids of the Royal Family of Saracen blood.'' Violet said. ''Let's all go to the Palace!'' Violet said happily.

She looked to the Dauphin and smiled pleasantly, nodding her delicate head in a polite gesture.

"It is of the utmost pleasure, Dauphin de Terre DeAnge. As my dear acquaintance Bronson introduces me, I am the Princess du Sang of the Third Empire. Georgiana Cedolin."

Her eyes traced his figure with a glance as she turned her body to address Violet. There was a short lapse in which she looked at him with interest, before her eyes traced back to Violet. She looked at Violet as if she was a curiosity in a window shoppe, and hesistated before speaking.

"The pleasure is extended to you too... Princess Violet. I have heard a small bit about you, and would be delighted to meet your acquaintance."

''I am Princess Violet of The Byzantine Constitutional Monarchy Of Roman Greece.'' Violet said bowing courtly. ''I am excited to come to Rastaban.'' she said. ''You must be French,Roland.'' she said. ''I am Saracen and Greek.'' Violet said.

Roland let out a rich laugh. "No, actually, I am D'Angeline, though I do speak French fluently. Don't worry though I do get that quite a bit. D'Angeline names and language greatly parallels the French."

He turned to Georgiana. "Wonderful to meet you, Princess Georgiana." He looked to Bronson then. "Yes, lets go to the palace. I'm sure the airport isn't a place to discuss things of important matters."

She looked to the Dauphin and smiled pleasantly, nodding her delicate head in a polite gesture.

"It is of the utmost pleasure, Dauphin de Terre DeAnge. As my dear acquaintance Bronson introduces me, I am the Princess du Sang of the Third Empire. Georgiana Cedolin."

Her eyes traced his figure with a glance as she turned her body to address Violet. There was a short lapse in which she looked at him with interest, before her eyes traced back to Violet. She looked at Violet as if she was a curiosity in a window shoppe, and hesistated before speaking.

"The pleasure is extended to you too... Princess Violet. I have heard a small bit about you, and would be delighted to meet your acquaintance."

''What is the meaning of Du Sang?'' asked Violet nervously. ''I am honored to meet you all.'' Violet said joyfully. ''If you are wondering about my nation or culture,just ask me anything.'' Violet said. Then she went to a corner and prayed and then gave thanks to God as she was Orthodox Christian.

''What is the meaning of Du Sang?'' asked Violet nervously. ''I am honored to meet you all.'' Violet said joyfully. ''If you are wondering about my nation or culture,just ask me anything.'' Violet said. Then she went to a corner and prayed and then gave thanks to God as she was Orthodox Christian.
Georgiana watched her curiously with a creeping smile as she went off into the corner. She did not make any more gestures, and when she was finished, and came back into the fold, she addressed her.

"Du Sang means, loosely, of the blood. This means I am of the Imperial Family bloodline, my parentage is of the Emperor Elect Raphael Cedolin, whom has recently passed away from us, and the Imperial Mother Andrea Karlsson Cedolin, a Danish aristocrat that has become now our sovereign leader."

Roland let out a rich laugh. "No, actually, I am D'Angeline, though I do speak French fluently. Don't worry though I do get that quite a bit. D'Angeline names and language greatly parallels the French."

He turned to Georgiana. "Wonderful to meet you, Princess Georgiana." He looked to Bronson then. "Yes, lets go to the palace. I'm sure the airport isn't a place to discuss things of important matters."

''I am sorry for the mistake.'' Violet said in fluent Arabic. ''I can speak many languages especially Arabic and Greek.'' Violet said. ''Roman Greece capital is Constantinople,the Most Beautiful,the Most Magnificant.'' Violet said. ''I live there in the Palace Of Constantine,named after the city's founder.'' she said. ''Let's go to the Palace now then.'' Violet said fixing her gloves and bending down to pick up her hat.

Georgiana watched her curiously with a creeping smile as she went off into the corner. She did not make any more gestures, and when she was finished, and came back into the fold, she addressed her.

"Du Sang means, loosely, of the blood. This means I am of the Imperial Family bloodline, my parentage is of the Emperor Elect Raphael Cedolin, whom has recently passed away from us, and the Imperial Mother Andrea Karlsson Cedolin, a Danish aristocrat that has become now our sovereign leader."

''I just went to thank God for blessing me with meeting you all.'' Violet said. ''I extend my condolences for the loss of your Emperor Elect.'' Violet said to Georgiana nicely as she was always nice to people. ''I am the daughter of Grand Khalifah Mohammed IV and Grand Duchess Michelle II.'' Violet said trying to teach Georgiana about her family. ''My father is not the King of Roman Greece and my mother is not my homeland's Queen.'' Violet said.

"Yes, to the Palace," Bronson said, smiling. He called forth one limo, seeing as it would be better to have the four of the ride together. The right was quite long, being as that no modern transportation was allowed with the city limits of New Avalon. It was to perserve the history of the city.

Thankfully the Palace had a underground tunnel for the use of automobiles. It lead straight to the front entrance of the Palace.

A Palace Guard opened the door. "Your Highnesses," he greeting them.

Bronson smiled. "Ladies first," he said to Georgiana and Violet.

"Yes, to the Palace," Bronson said, smiling. He called forth one limo, seeing as it would be better to have the four of the ride together. The right was quite long, being as that no modern transportation was allowed with the city limits of New Avalon. It was to perserve the history of the city.

Thankfully the Palace had a underground tunnel for the use of automobiles. It lead straight to the front entrance of the Palace.

A Palace Guard opened the door. "Your Highnesses," he greeting them.

Bronson smiled. "Ladies first," he said to Georgiana and Violet.

''Thank You.'' Violet said going to the door of the Palace. ''Georgiana,can you tell me more about your nation and then I'll tell you about my family and nation.'' she said to Georgiana. Then she turned to Branson and asked ''What do we do now?'' Then she began to read her book-The Khalifahs of Roman Greece.

"Yes, to the Palace," Bronson said, smiling. He called forth one limo, seeing as it would be better to have the four of the ride together. The right was quite long, being as that no modern transportation was allowed with the city limits of New Avalon. It was to perserve the history of the city.

Thankfully the Palace had a underground tunnel for the use of automobiles. It lead straight to the front entrance of the Palace.

A Palace Guard opened the door. "Your Highnesses," he greeting them.

Bronson smiled. "Ladies first," he said to Georgiana and Violet.
Georgiana looked at him with the sincerest of a grin.

"Why, I am flattered."

She placed her hand in his as she placed her heel on the side of the door, ducking as she came in to the limo and slowly slid to one side, accomodating for the others. Her eyes seemed to flash at all three as she glanced to them. She comfortably sat down and waited for them to enter, her head titled down as she placed her hands on her lap.

EDIT: As Violet showed an interest in her, she replied quietly, but pleasantly.

"Well, the Third Empire is not easily explained. We are both a Republic and an Empire. The Third Empire came after the collapse of Vichy France under the leadership of Louis-Neville Chatal. We are both a traditional society and one that embraces the new, upholding the ideals of Truth and State."

"It is perfectly all right," Roland said to Violet. "I'm used to it and take no offence."

''I just went to thank God for blessing me with meeting you all.'' Violet said. ''I extend my condolences for the loss of your Emperor Elect.'' Violet said to Georgiana nicely as she was always nice to people. ''I am the daughter of Grand Khalifah Mohammed IV and Grand Duchess Michelle II.'' Violet said trying to teach Georgiana about her family. ''My father is not the King of Roman Greece and my mother is not my homeland's Queen.'' Violet said.

"How very intesting," he commented on Violet's explanation of her family. "And I also extend my condolenses, though they can never bring your father back nor heal the pain."

When the limo stopped he looked to Princess Georgiana and Princess Violet. "Yes, please, you ladies first." He followed after Violet, seeing that Georgiana was out first. He noticed her tone and guestures and put them to mental note.

"It is perfectly all right," Roland said to Violet. "I'm used to it and take no offence."



"How very intesting," he commented on Violet's explanation of her family. "And I also extend my condolenses, though they can never bring your father back nor heal the pain."

When the limo stopped he looked to Princess Georgiana and Princess Violet. "Yes, please, you ladies first."

''What do we do now?'' Violet asked. ''Can you tell me of your family,Roland?'' Violet asked peacefully. ''I'm not Muslim but my Father accepts it like he does with Mother.'' said Violet.

Georgiana looked at him with the sincerest of a grin.

"Why, I am flattered."

She placed her hand in his as she placed her heel on the side of the door, ducking as she came in to the limo and slowly slid to one side, accomodating for the others. Her eyes seemed to flash at all three as she glanced to them. She comfortably sat down and waited for them to enter, her head titled down as she placed her hands on her lap.

EDIT: As Violet showed an interest in her, she replied quietly, but pleasantly.

"Well, the Third Empire is not easily explained. We are both a Republic and an Empire. The Third Empire came after the collapse of Vichy France under the leadership of Louis-Neville Chatal. We are both a traditional society and one that embraces the new, upholding the ideals of Truth and State."

''What do you mean by Truth and State?'' Violet asked. ''The Khalifahs of my nation can't be Female and I accept it.'' she said. ''I can explain the Khalifahs to you if you want.'' Violet said to Georgiana in Arabic and then English.

''What do you mean by Truth and State?'' Violet asked. ''The Khalifahs of my nation can't be Female and I accept it.'' she said. ''I can explain the Khalifahs to you if you want.'' Violet said to Georgiana in Arabic and then English.
"It is not something that can simply be explained in a casual conversation in a limousine, and certainly isn't the topic, though I would be glad to elaborate at another time. And, I am sorry, I do not understand Arabic, if that is the language you indeed are using. I am sorry for my, limited knowledge of linguistics. I know only a few languages compared to as much as I should."

"It is not something that can simply be explained in a casual conversation in a limousine, and certainly isn't the topic, though I would be glad to elaborate at another time. And, I am sorry, I do not understand Arabic, if that is the language you indeed are using. I am sorry for my, limited knowledge of linguistics. I know only a few languages compared to as much as I should."

''I can speak lanuguages including French,Arabic and Greek.'' Violet said in French. ''Georgiana,your nation is interesting and I'd like to learn more about it.'' she said. ''Do you want to talk about anything else?'' she asked.

Roland smiled. "Yes, of course. Terre DeAnge was founded by Elua and his eight Companions, who where angels. A thousand and more years ago, as the true-gotten son of the One God, Yeshua ben Yosef, hung dying upon the wooden cross, his side was pierced by a Tiberian spear and his blood fell upon the soil, mingling with the tears of his beloved, the Magdalene. And because their union had never been sealed, Earth Herself took pity upon them and in the damp soil She quickened the divine seed of life, and of it blessed Elua was born, and he was nurtured in the womb of Earth.

"Misbegotten and reviled by Yeshuites and Tiberians alike, Elua was cast out to wander, and flowers bloomed where his feet trod. And where he went, people feared him, for he was strange to them, and the One God scorned him, mourning only for his true-gotten son. But when the King of Persis cast blessed Elua in chains, there were among the angels in Heaven those who took pity upon him.

"Those that took pity on him were eight in number and became his Companions later founding Terre DeAnge. From their scion with mortals came the D'Angelines, scions of angels. I am a Scion of Elua. My family has been the ruling house since Elua and his Companions left this world to the True Terre DeAnge."

Roland smiled. "Yes, of course. Terre DeAnge was founded by Elua and his eight Companions, who where angels. A thousand and more years ago, as the true-gotten son of the One God, Yeshua ben Yosef, hung dying upon the wooden cross, his side was pierced by a Tiberian spear and his blood fell upon the soil, mingling with the tears of his beloved, the Magdalene. And because their union had never been sealed, Earth Herself took pity upon them and in the damp soil She quickened the divine seed of life, and of it blessed Elua was born, and he was nurtured in the womb of Earth.

"Misbegotten and reviled by Yeshuites and Tiberians alike, Elua was cast out to wander, and flowers bloomed where his feet trod. And where he went, people feared him, for he was strange to them, and the One God scorned him, mourning only for his true-gotten son. But when the King of Persis cast blessed Elua in chains, there were among the angels in Heaven those who took pity upon him.


"Those that took pity on him were eight in number and became his Companions later founding Terre DeAnge. From their scion with mortals came the D'Angelines, scions of angels. I am a Scion of Elua. My family has been the ruling house since Elua and his Companions left this world to the True Terre DeAnge."

''Your religion is like Christianity almost.'' Violet said. ''However,I believe Jesus Christ is the Son Of God and that he died for our sins and he was born of the Theotokos(Virgin Mary In Greek).'' Violet said nicely. ''I am of the Orthodox and of my Orthodox mother and Muslim father.'' she said before thinking to herself.

Georgiana looked to Bronson. She saw that he was quietly observing this and set herself to find out what he may be thinking. She did not necessarily stared, but while listening to the rather talkative Violet, she tried to observe how Bronson reacted, hoping to find an opportunity to engage in conversation, though she herself did not know exactly how to begin. She moved her tongue inside her mouth, and realized she had a bit of thirst, but instead of making some of it, she instead decided to wait until they arrived at their destination.

Georgiana looked to Bronson. She saw that he was quietly observing this and set herself to find out what he may be thinking. She did not necessarily stared, but while listening to the rather talkative Violet, she tried to observe how Bronson reacted, hoping to find an opportunity to engage in conversation, though she herself did not know exactly how to begin. She moved her tongue inside her mouth, and realized she had a bit of thirst, but instead of making some of it, she instead decided to wait until they arrived at their destination.

''Branson,what will we do at the Palace?'' Violet asked him. Then she poured drinks and she asked the others ''Does anyone want a drink?'' Then she began to recite the names of Khalifahs and others for she was homeschooled. ''The drink is non-alcholic.'' said Violet.

OOC-Violet carries a jug with her all the time.

"I did not know that, Roland, of your nation and their religion I mean. Scion of Angels? How very interesting. No wonder you nation has a great many beautiful people," Bronson said. He turned to the others. "Shall we retire to wing of the Palace to further our converstation?" he asked. "I shall send for light food and drink, if that's all right."

OOC: Ok.

"Yes, well, lets take that inside. I hear those hounds of reporters coming this way already. No doubt they'll have stories spun about us. Please forgive me if there are false rumors put out about the three of you."

"I did not know that, Roland, of your nation and their religion I mean. Scion of Angels? How very interesting. No wonder you nation has a great many beautiful people," Bronson said. He turned to the others. "Shall we retire to wing of the Palace to further our converstation?" he asked. "I shall send for light food and drink, if that's all right."

''Yes,let's go to the Palace and continue talking.'' Violet said. ''Branson,what else will we all do together?'' Violet asked curiously. Then she went and began to look around the Palace and began to skip.

"I did not know that, Roland, of your nation and their religion I mean. Scion of Angels? How very interesting. No wonder you nation has a great many beautiful people," Bronson said. He turned to the others. "Shall we retire to wing of the Palace to further our converstation?" he asked. "I shall send for light food and drink, if that's all right."

OOC: Ok.

"Yes, well, lets take that inside. I hear those hounds of reporters coming this way already. No doubt they'll have stories spun about us. Please forgive me if there are false rumors put out about the three of you."

''I don't mind and I accept your forgiveness.'' Violet said. ''Are the media dogs if you say hounds of reporters?'' Violet said jokingly. ''I'm kidding but let's go.'' she said.

"Some like that. We claim to be earth's youngest children. For our race has only been a short time compared to most. Yeshua be Yosef is another name for Jesus Christ. We call him Yeshua however. We call Christians Yeshuites, and Tiberians are Romans. D'Angelines are however exempt from the One God's promise and Yeshua's sacrifice, for the One God and Mother Earth made a type of heaven beyond this mortal realm for D'Angelines. The True Terre DeAnge," Roland explained, rather intrigued by the converstation and continued to talk as they walked into the palace. "D'Angelines do not dicriminate against any religion, for her pay tribute to not only Blessed Elua and his Companions but any god of others' nations when we are there. When I am here I shall pay tribute to Rastaban's gods."

Roland looked at the surroundings and found it very pleasing to the eyes. "Grand place you have here, Bronson. Or rather, what your Queen has here.

He watched Violet skip about. No doubt she was excited about being her. She apparently seemed pleased by her and Bronson's match. He looked to Georgiana again, wondering what she thought of it.

"I did not know that, Roland, of your nation and their religion I mean. Scion of Angels? How very interesting. No wonder you nation has a great many beautiful people," Bronson said. He turned to the others. "Shall we retire to wing of the Palace to further our converstation?" he asked. "I shall send for light food and drink, if that's all right."

OOC: Ok.

"Yes, well, lets take that inside. I hear those hounds of reporters coming this way already. No doubt they'll have stories spun about us. Please forgive me if there are false rumors put out about the three of you."

"Do not worry. I have had my share of rumor-mongering. Not necessarily in the papers, but in the salons and parlors. It was even suggested that I would be married. An interesting idea, considering the situation. I do not think you can trust everything you hear."

She smiled, accenuating her subtle inference, though her intent remained enigmatic. She instead began to speak once more.

"If we have arrived, I would be most glad to rest in a salon, or parlour that you may have in your palace. I am used to our humble chateau in Bretange, as my mother is not a fan of luxury. We live a simple life compared to the extravagancies of former Emperors, such as the late Charles."

"Some like that. We claim to be earth's youngest children. For our race has only been a short time compared to most. Yeshua be Yosef is another name for Jesus Christ. We call him Yeshua however. We call Christians Yeshuites, and Tiberians are Romans. D'Angelines are however exempt from the One God's promise and Yeshua's sacrifice, for the One God and Mother Earth made a type of heaven beyond this mortal realm for D'Angelines. The True Terre DeAnge," Roland explained, rather intrigued by the converstation and continued to talk as they walked into the palace. "D'Angelines do not dicriminate against any religion, for her pay tribute to not only Blessed Elua and his Companions but any god of others' nations when we are there. When I am here I shall pay tribute to Rastaban's gods."

Roland looked at the surroundings and found it very pleasing to the eyes. "Grand place you have here, Bronson. Or rather, what your Queen has here.

He watched Violet skip about. No doubt she was excited about being her. She apparently seemed pleased by her and Bronson's match. He looked to Georgiana again, wondering what she thought of it.

''Roland,I respect your religion and I would like to tell you about mine later.'' Violet said. ''Are we going to do something now?'' Violet shouted nicely.

''I don't mind and I accept your forgiveness.'' Violet said. ''Are the media dogs if you say hounds of reporters?'' Violet said jokingly. ''I'm kidding but let's go.'' she said.

"They are the closest thing to them. My cousin doesn't dare stop them though, they are most reliable resorce as to if another civil war is on the rise. We recently just got out of one," Bronson said. He lead them to a spacious wing in the Palace. It was decorated in modern decoration, unlike the rest of the Palace. Obviously it wasn't as formal, but still it was a place to rest.

"The queen's step-father tried to displace her and put his daugher, the queen's younger half-sister on the throne. It didn't go over well, he lost and is currently serving a life sentence on Prison Island. Princess Cally, Cora's half-sister went off and married the Emperor of Athan. Still, we have to keep an eye out for another uprising."

He looked to Georgiana. "I hope it is to your liking. I know its not like the rest of the Palace. But I always find it more relaxing to talk here, on formal and informal matters. Excuse me for a moment, I'm going to call for some food and drinks to be brought to us."

Bronson walked to a phone and dialed a in house number and then returned. "Food is on its way. Please sit and relax. If there is anything you need, just ask."

"Do not worry. I have had my share of tumor-mongering. Not necessarily in the papers, but in the salons and parlors. It was even suggested that I would be married. An interesting idea, considering the situation. I do not think you can trust everything you hear."

She smiled, accenuating her subtle inference, though her intent remained enigmatic. She instead began to speak once more.

"If we have arrived, I would be most glad to rest in a salon, or parlour that you may have in your palace. I am used to our humble chateau in Bretange, as my mother is not a fan of luxury. We live a simple life compared to the extravagancies of former Emperors, such as the late Charles."

''Georgiana,your nation and family is very interesting and it is fun to learn more.'' Violet said. ''What do we do now?'' asked Violet.

"They are the closest thing to them. My cousin doesn't dare stop them though, they are most reliable resorce as to if another civil war is on the rise. We recently just got out of one," Bronson said. He lead them to a spacious wing in the Palace. It was decorated in modern decoration, unlike the rest of the Palace. Obviously it wasn't as formal, but still it was a place to rest.

"The queen's step-father tried to displace her and put his daugher, the queen's younger half-sister on the throne. It didn't go over well, he lost and is currently serving a life sentence on Prison Island. Princess Cally, Cora's half-sister went off and married the Emperor of Athan. Still, we have to keep an eye out for another uprising."

''This place is as beautiful as the Palace Of The Khalifahs.'' Violet said nicely gazing in awe at the room. ''Branson,what shall we all do now?'' Violet asked nicely while fixing her hair. ''I am very pleased to accept your kindness.'' Violet said to Branson and the others.

"They are the closest thing to them. My cousin doesn't dare stop them though, they are most reliable resorce as to if another civil war is on the rise. We recently just got out of one," Bronson said. He lead them to a spacious wing in the Palace. It was decorated in modern decoration, unlike the rest of the Palace. Obviously it wasn't as formal, but still it was a place to rest.

"The queen's step-father tried to displace her and put his daugher, the queen's younger half-sister on the throne. It didn't go over well, he lost and is currently serving a life sentence on Prison Island. Princess Cally, Cora's half-sister went off and married the Emperor of Athan. Still, we have to keep an eye out for another uprising."

He looked to Georgiana. "I hope it is to your liking. I know its not like the rest of the Palace. But I always find it more relaxing to talk here, on formal and informal matters. Excuse me for a moment, I'm going to call for some food and drinks to be brought to us."

Bronson walked to a phone and dialed a in house number and then returned. "Food is on its way. Please sit and relax. If there is anything you need, just ask."

''Branson,I would like a light snack please as I am a little hungry.'' Violet said. ''Today is a beautiful day.'' said Violet as she looked out the window. ''I am honored to be in Rastaban and am honored to meet you all.'' Violet said nicely and nervously. ''So Branson,what do we do now?'' Violet asked Branson.

"I think, Princess Violet, that we should sit here and talk. It is apparent that there will be some relations between our nations. I know Georgiana and I are here on 'business' for relation between our nations and Rastaban. And if you wed Bronson, there will obviously be some connection to your nation."

The tall Dauphin reclined on a loveseat, his legs taking up all the space on it. He looked over Georgiana and Violet. Both were very lovely and wondered if he had a chance with either one. Though Violet was promised, of sorts, to Bronson, she wasn't married, and that's what matter at the moment. Still, he would try to keep away from her if he needed too.

"For starters, I think we should just get know each other. As people, rather than nations."

He looked to Georgiana. "I hope it is to your liking. I know its not like the rest of the Palace. But I always find it more relaxing to talk here, on formal and informal matters. Excuse me for a moment, I'm going to call for some food and drinks to be brought to us."
Before he left, she talked quietly with him, not whispering, but keeping a low, soft tone.

"I know what you mean by this. I suppose I should loosen up. Recently, Victorian etiquette in my nation has been... A fad. We have long been between modern and old, and we have had one of those times where tradition was the newest fashion. Its a bit amusing. But I think here I can let myself be relaxed. I'm sure we can find much in common, both between us and our nations. It is interesting how our nations all seem to coincide with the respect for the old, yet the acknowledgement of the new. Something even I might stand in awe of."

"I think, Princess Violet, that we should sit here and talk. It is apparent that there will be some relations between our nations. I know Georgiana and I are here on 'business' for relation between our nations and Rastaban. And if you wed Bronson, there will obviously be some connection to your nation."

The tall Dauphin reclined on a loveseat, his legs taking up all the space on it. He looked over Georgiana and Violet. Both were very lovely and wondered if he had a chance with either one. Though Violet was promised, of sorts, to Bronson, she wasn't married, and that's what matter at the moment. Still, he would try to keep away from her if he needed too.

"For starters, I think we should just get know each other. As people, rather than nations."

''May I sit down?'' Violet asked the Dauphin nicely. ''I think we should talk about our interests and the such.'' Violet said. ''Can I sit down?'' Violet asked the Dauphin again. ''Rastaban is a nice country and you are all nice people.'' Violet said nicely. ''I am happy to be here and I thank God that I am here.'' Violet said. ''What should we talk about?'' she asked curiously.

"I think, Princess Violet, that we should sit here and talk. It is apparent that there will be some relations between our nations. I know Georgiana and I are here on 'business' for relation between our nations and Rastaban. And if you wed Bronson, there will obviously be some connection to your nation."

The tall Dauphin reclined on a loveseat, his legs taking up all the space on it. He looked over Georgiana and Violet. Both were very lovely and wondered if he had a chance with either one. Though Violet was promised, of sorts, to Bronson, she wasn't married, and that's what matter at the moment. Still, he would try to keep away from her if he needed too.

"For starters, I think we should just get know each other. As people, rather than nations."
As he looked to Georgiana as she conversed quietly with Bronson, she nodded as he made his way and looked to Roland. She didn't have a "sexy" quality to her so much as a delicate, ephemeral beauty as that of a English rose. Her face was angular and her eyes deep. They were far more mature than what her age would show, which could be in her late teens or more likely her early or mid twenties. She walked easy and unassuming, not looking to the side but straight forward.

She listened to what Roland said and she had a pleasant smile that she had obviously practiced.

"Well, Dauphin, what do you wish to know? I'm not private about my life, I find it useless to keep frivolous details away from those who are interested."

Bronson nodded his head. "Yes, interesting isn't it. I used to think that Rastaban was the only nation like it. A neat and perfect blend of old and new. I would like to see your nation to see how they blend. Perhaps after this meeting is over I can visit it. Of course you'd have to show me around."

Bronson nodded his head. "Yes, interesting isn't it. I used to think that Rastaban was the only nation like it. A neat and perfect blend of old and new. I would like to see your nation to see how they blend. Perhaps after this meeting is over I can visit it. Of course you'd have to show me around."
"France is always open to you, and I'm sure that we would be glad to accept you into our nation in a visit. I'm sure you will love our nation perhaps as much as we French do. We are undergoing major political reform. My father, Raphael Cedolin, was a radical thinker who started the Second Enlightenment. We are trying to reverse the problems and corruption incurred by the previous Imperial administrations."

Bronson nodded his head. "Yes, interesting isn't it. I used to think that Rastaban was the only nation like it. A neat and perfect blend of old and new. I would like to see your nation to see how they blend. Perhaps after this meeting is over I can visit it. Of course you'd have to show me around."

''Branson,what should we talk about?'' Violet asked. ''I think that Christmas and Easter are too Commercial and have lost their roots.'' Violet said. ''They were made by Christians but celebrated by Seculars who I have nothing against.'' she said.

As he looked to Georgiana as she conversed quietly with Bronson, she nodded as he made his way and looked to Roland. She didn't have a "sexy" quality to her so much as a delicate, ephemeral beauty as that of a English rose. Her face was angular and her eyes deep. They were far more mature than what her age would show, which could be in her late teens or more likely her early or mid twenties. She walked easy and unassuming, not looking to the side but straight forward.

She listened to what Roland said and she had a pleasant smile that she had obviously practiced.

"Well, Dauphin, what do you wish to know? I'm not private about my life, I find it useless to keep frivolous details away from those who are interested."

Roland smiled. "For starters, what do you do for fun. I personally am partial to painting and the arts. I also enjoy horseback riding and training falcons. I also hunt, though not that often."

Roland smiled. "For starters, what do you do for fun. I personally am partial to painting and the arts. I also enjoy horseback riding and training falcons. I also hunt, though not that often."
"Well, I am probally not that awfully interesting in that category. I am an accomplished seamstress, if I do say so myself. I think outside of that I am an avid reader, especially of polemics, though nobody in France can say they don't enjoy a good argument. I've never ridden a horse however, my father was deathly afraid of them. I never understood why. Never had the audacity to ask."

''Branson,who's nation are you talking about?'' Violet asked. ''Branson,did you get the food and drinks or did something happen?'' she asked. ''Branson,I am overjoyed that I can come to Rastaban.'' she said.

He looked to Violet. "Forgive me, Violet. I was replying to a comment Georgiana made." Just as he finished speak several servants entered with silver trays, juice jars, and light alcoholic drink into the four of them. The silver trays had various fruits, vegetables, bread, spreads, and dips on them.

"Please help yourselves, or rather say what you want and one of these fine gentelmen shall bring it to you," Bronson said, he himself having just eaten before everyone arrived, but he did ask for a small glass of juice.

''If it is ok,may I say something now?'' Violet asked. ''I wish to talk about my interests and so on unless we have to do something else.'' Violet said nicely standing up and streching her hands. ''Thanks for allowing me here.'' Violet said.

He looked to Violet. "Forgive me, Violet. I was replying to a comment Georgiana made." Just as he finished speak several servants entered with silver trays, juice jars, and light alcoholic drink into the four of them. The silver trays had various fruits, vegetables, bread, spreads, and dips on them.

"Please help yourselves, or rather say what you want and one of these fine gentelmen shall bring it to you," Bronson said, he himself having just eaten before everyone arrived, but he did ask for a small glass of juice.

''I don't drink alcohol.'' Violet said. ''I would like to feel what it is like with the gentleman bringing it to me.'' Violet said. ''This food is very nicely made and yummy.'' Violet said eating some dipped bread.

"Of course, Violet. Please speak. I did not mean to keep you excluded. Forgive me for doing so," Bronson said, guesturing for her to continue. "And please, don't feel like you have to drink anything you don't want to. We have juice, made from various fruits that grows here in Rastaban, particuarly in Leh'mu where I am from."

He looked to Violet. "Forgive me, Violet. I was replying to a comment Georgiana made." Just as he finished speak several servants entered with silver trays, juice jars, and light alcoholic drink into the four of them. The silver trays had various fruits, vegetables, bread, spreads, and dips on them.

"Please help yourselves, or rather say what you want and one of these fine gentelmen shall bring it to you," Bronson said, he himself having just eaten before everyone arrived, but he did ask for a small glass of juice.
"I think I can manage."

She smiled as she stood and began to make herself a very small dish. She didn't eat a very large meal apparently, and gave a lightly alchoholic wine to the side. Apparently, she preferred white. She nodded to Bronson.

"With gratitude to my host, I think it would be best to toast this meeting of nations and individuals. May we stand for State and Truth, in service to our nations and our minds. May fear never take us."

She raised her glass.

"Of course, Violet. Please speak. I did not mean to keep you excluded. Forgive me for doing so," Bronson said, guesturing for her to continue.

''Thank You.'' Violet said. ''My hobbies are Nature,Animals,Religion,Travel and many other things. I like to learn about everything,I do gymnastics and I have won several Royal contests,I like being here and meeting you all and I hope that we all have a good time.'' Violet said. ''Also,let's play a game or watch a movie.'' Violet said.

"I think I can manage."

She smiled as she stood and began to make herself a very small dish. She didn't eat a very large meal apparently, and gave a lightly alchoholic wine to the side. Apparently, she preferred white. She nodded to Bronson.

"With gratitude to my host, I think it would be best to toast this meeting of nations and individuals. May we stand for State and Truth, in service to our nations and our minds. May fear never take us."

She raised her glass.

Violet stood and said ''With respect to my host,I toast to the nations represented here. I also toast to The Khalifah and Roman Greece and to God Almighty and Jesus Christ.'' she said raising her glass.

"I think I can manage."

She smiled as she stood and began to make herself a very small dish. She didn't eat a very large meal apparently, and gave a lightly alchoholic wine to the side. Apparently, she preferred white. She nodded to Bronson.

"With gratitude to my host, I think it would be best to toast this meeting of nations and individuals. May we stand for State and Truth, in service to our nations and our minds. May fear never take us."

She raised her glass.

Bronson raised his glass in toast too. "To State and Truth, nations and indiviuals and our minds," he said.

He looked to Violet. "A game. Hrm. I had nothing in mind. Perhaps-" The Marquis was interruped as a messenger came in and handed him a note. Bronson looked it over and then sighed. "Forgive me, but my mother demands my immediate pressence as well as Violets. This will only take a moment and we'll be back. I must warn you, she is the queen of gossip, so be careful what you say to her if you run into her."

He stood and held out his arm to Violet. "Princess," he said.

Bronson raised his glass in toast too. "To State and Truth, nations and indiviuals and our minds," he said.

He looked to Violet. "A game. Hrm. I had nothing in mind. Perhaps-" The Marquis was interruped as a messenger came in and handed him a note. Bronson looked it over and then sighed. "Forgive me, but my mother demands my immediate pressence as well as Violets. This will only take a moment and we'll be back. I must warn you, she is the queen of gossip, so be careful what you say to her if you run into her."

He stood and held out his arm to Violet. "Princess," he said.

''If your Mother requires me,I'll will go in the name of The Khalifah and My Homeland.'' she said taking his arm and following him. ''How is your Mother?'' Violet asked. ''I will be careful too.'' she said fixing her clothes so she would not be messy in front of the Queen. ''Branson,I am wondering but why does the Queen require my appearence?'' Violet asked nicely.

Georgiana sipped from her wine glass and set it upon the table. Apparently, she was going to be left with the Dauphin. The Scion of Angels. What an interesting concept that was. She watched as Bronson so elegantly brought Violet up by the hand to meet the queen. She then looked to the side to Roland, with a perk in her eyebrow that denoted interest.

"I'm sorry if I have been a little standoffish with you, I haven't had the opportunity to speak to your directly as much as I have the others. So, falconry? It is not in common as it once was in the Empire. I am curious as to what it entails."

Roland smiled as he looked at the drink selection seeing his native drink joie among them. 'Wonderful,' he thought.

"A toast," he said raising his glass. He listened to Bronson's little annoucement. "Well, isn't that a shame. We just get here and you're called away. Its all right thought. I shall wait patiently here with Georgiana. Don't take to long. I'd hate to look for you through a Palace I don't know."

"I'm just learning to train the falcons right now, but we use them to hunt smaller prey. They are also very good at relaying messages that you don't want intercepted. And I forgive you." Roland gave her a friendly smile. "Much going on here."

He looked to the French princess. "You mentioned, a while ago, that in one of your salons it was rumored you were to be married. That isn't my question though. I was just wonder if your salons are the same as Terre DeAnge's. Care to tell me what the function of yours are and then I'll tell you the function of ours."

Roland smiled as he looked at the drink selection seeing his native drink joie among them. 'Wonderful,' he thought.

"A toast," he said raising his glass. He listened to Bronson's little annoucement. "Well, isn't that a shame. We just get here and you're called away. Its all right thought. I shall wait patiently here with Georgiana. Don't take to long. I'd hate to look for you through a Palace I don't know."

He looked to the French princess. "You mentioned, a while ago, that in one of your salons it was rumored you were to be married. That isn't my question though. I was just wonder if your salons are the same as Terre DeAnge's. Care to tell me what the function of yours are and then I'll tell you the function of ours."

''We will be careful,Roland.'' Violet said waving to him and Georgiana. ''Roland,I'm sure you would not have to look for me and/or Branson but thanks for saying that.'' Violet said.

Roland smiled as he looked at the drink selection seeing his native drink joie among them. 'Wonderful,' he thought.

"A toast," he said raising his glass. He listened to Bronson's little annoucement. "Well, isn't that a shame. We just get here and you're called away. Its all right thought. I shall wait patiently here with Georgiana. Don't take to long. I'd hate to look for you through a Palace I don't know."

"I'm just learning to train the falcons right now, but we use them to hunt smaller prey. They are also very good at relaying messages that you don't want intercepted. And I forgive you." Roland gave her a friendly smile. "Much going on here."

He looked to the French princess. "You mentioned, a while ago, that in one of your salons it was rumored you were to be married. That isn't my question though. I was just wonder if your salons are the same as Terre DeAnge's. Care to tell me what the function of yours are and then I'll tell you the function of ours."

"The Salons are not necessarily what some people know as beauty salons, they are more like parlours where one may speak with another over a drink, at a much more formal fashion. Honestly, I couldn't tell you each characteristic of a salon, but I believe you know the difference yourself between the French salon and beauticians' shops."

The Dauphin smiled. "Yes, I do. But you see salons in Terre DeAnge aren't just social places. They are privately own places to worship Namaah, our patron goddess of the province Namarre and of the Night Court." He stopped. "I don't know if I should continued. I will only if you will not take what I say to heart about my nation."

The Dauphin smiled. "Yes, I do. But you see salons in Terre DeAnge aren't just social places. They are privately own places to worship Namaah, our patron goddess of the province Namarre and of the Night Court." He stopped. "I don't know if I should continued. I will only if you will not take what I say to heart about my nation."
She looked at his quizzically. She hesistated before she slowly began to speak.

"I'm not exactly sure what you mean by this. I have no quarrel with any religion, our state is a secular one, and as was my family. I will not invade upon your privacy or nation's privacy however. I am not here to interrogate, you must understand. I only seek awarness."

''Branson,why does the Queen need to see me?'' Violet asked looking at him. ''Not to be rude,I am only wondering why.'' she said. ''I would be honored if I could meet the Queen of Rastaban.'' she said. ''Are we there yet?'' Violet asked.

Bronson laughed at Roland's joke but before he and Violet he clarified something. "Actually, the Queen of Rastaban is my younger first cousin, Cora. My mother, L'aura Etain, was Cora's mother's younger sister. Queen Cora and I are first cousins. My mother is Duchess of Leh'mu and a Princess of Rastaban. No off for you to meet my mother."

Bronson lead her down a wide hall off of which branched a narrower hall that he lead her down. At the end of it was his mother's suite. He knocked before entering. "Its me mother."

"Enter dear," came her soft voice.

L'aura was a pretty woman with light blonde hair and clear blue eyes, which her son inherited. Her complection was light but a rosy color to her cheeks. She was also rather tall, standing around five-feet-nine-inches. She came forward and embraced her son. "Lovely to see you, Bronson." She pulled away to look at Violet over, in her native garb. "And you must be Princess Violet, it is so nice to meet you. I do suspect that we might be family in the future. I am Duchess L'aura Etain, but L'aura or Lady L'aura will do." She motioned for them to couch near by. "Come sit and let's have a quick chat."

"We can't stay long, mother, I have other guest," Bronson explained.

"Yes, that's why I said quick." She sat in a chair across from the couch. Bronson stood, waiting for Violet to sit and did so when she did.

Bronson laughed at Roland's joke but before he and Violet he clarified something. "Actually, the Queen of Rastaban is my younger first cousin, Cora. My mother, L'aura Etain, was Cora's mother's younger sister. Queen Cora and I are first cousins. My mother is Duchess of Leh'mu and a Princess of Rastaban. No off for you to meet my mother."

Bronson lead her down a wide hall off of which branched a narrower hall that he lead her down. At the end of it was his mother's suite. He knocked before entering. "Its me mother."

"Enter dear," came her soft voice.

L'aura was a pretty woman with light blonde hair and clear blue eyes, which her son inherited. Her complection was light but a rosy color to her cheeks. She was also rather tall, standing around five-feet-nine-inches. She came forward and embraced her son. "Lovely to see you, Bronson." She pulled away to look at Violet over, in her native garb. "And you must be Princess Violet, it is so nice to meet you. I do suspect that we might be family in the future. I am Duchess L'aura Etain, but L'aura or Lady L'aura will do." She motioned for them to couch near by. "Come sit and let's have a quick chat."

"We can't stay long, mother, I have other guest," Bronson explained.

"Yes, that's why I said quick." She sat in a chair across from the couch. Bronson stood, waiting for Violet to sit and did so when she did.

As she sat down,Violet answered ''I am Princess Violet of Roman Greece,born of The Khalifah Muhammed IV and The Grand Duchess Michelle II.'' Violet said bowing in a courtlike manner before fully sitting down on a chair. ''What do you wish to talk about,L'aura?'' Violet asked. ''The Khalifah is not the King by the way.'' Violet told L'aura. ''What do you request of me,L'aura?'' Violet asked nicely and curiously. ''I am honored to be here and I like this nation you got here.'' she said.

She looked at his quizzically. She hesitated before she slowly began to speak.

"I'm not exactly sure what you mean by this. I have no quarrel with any religion, our state is a secular one, and as was my family. I will not invade upon your privacy or nation's privacy however. I am not here to interrogate, you must understand. I only seek awareness."

"Well, if you only seek awareness, then I shall continue. You see, in Terre DeAnge we worship Namaah, who was an angelic companion of Elua. She was the first in fact. Elua was taken captive by the King of Persis, for he felt threaten by him. The One God ignored his grandson and so Namaah to pity on Elua. Namaah went to the king and laid with him in return for Elua's freedom. People have different interpretations as to how she went to him. Humbly, because he was right, to divine his future, there are thirteen official interpretations to be exact. Each is represented by the Thirteen Houses of the Court of Night-Blooming Flowers, better known as the Night Court. To the outside the Night Court seems nothing more that various brothels. D'Angelines find this very offensive. Men and women in the Night Court go there to pay tribute Namaah and how she saved Elua. Most salons in Terre DeAnge are like the Night Court, save that usually a former adept of the Night Court runs it and the men and women there have a different set of rules."

It was long winded, but he need to at least give a back story to Georgiana before telling her what he meant.

"We D'Angelines live by something Elua said, and it is our motto. 'Love as thou wilt.' D'Angelines do not care what race or sex you are we are free to choose whom we love, romantically or platonicly, as we want."

As she sat down,Violet answered ''I am Princess Violet of Roman Greece,born of The Khalifah Muhammed IV and The Grand Duchess Michelle II.'' Violet said bowing in a courtlike manner before fully sitting down on a chair. ''What do you wish to talk about,L'aura?'' Violet asked. ''The Khalifah is not the King by the way.'' Violet told L'aura.

"No need for formalities. We are very lax royalty. And, I am not the queen," L'aura said, her voice filled with laughter. "And I wish to talk, briefly, and meet with my son's prospective wife. Despite that he is old enough to make decisions on his own, I would like to give my blessing to this union.

"I would like to make some things clear though. Within Rastaban, your children will be princes and princesses, but they shall not have the title of Royal Highness. Bronson has decided that he does not want his children in the lime light. They will be Grand Ducal Highnesses. The eldest child shall inheirt the dukedom from Bronson once he is Duke of Leh'mu, regardless of gender. I do not know what titles they would hold in Roman Greece.

"Also, the eldest child shall be raised to worship the Rastabite Pantheon. You may keep worshiping you current religion, but that's my only stipulation. That my eldest grandchild from Bronson shall be raised in our religion. It will ensure that there will be at least one in line for the throne from my line."

"Is that all mother?" Bronson asked, wondering if his mother knew the meaning of brief.

"Yes, for now. Any questions for me, Princess Violet?" she asked young woman.

"No need for formalities. We are very lax royalty. And, I am not the queen," L'aura said, her voice filled with laughter. "And I wish to talk, briefly, and meet with my son's prospective wife. Despite that he is old enough to make decisions on his own, I would like to give my blessing to this union.

"I would like to make some things clear though. Within Rastaban, your children will be princes and princesses, but they shall not have the title of Royal Highness. Bronson has decided that he does not want his children in the lime light. They will be Grand Ducal Highnesses. The eldest child shall inheirt the dukedom from Bronson once he is Duke of Leh'mu, regardless of gender. I do not know what titles they would hold in Roman Greece.

"Also, the eldest child shall be raised to worship the Rastabite Pantheon. You may keep worshiping you current religion, but that's my only stipulation. That my eldest grandchild from Bronson shall be raised in our religion. It will ensure that there will be at least one in line for the throne from my line."

"Is that all mother?" Bronson asked, wondering if his mother knew the meaning of brief.

"Yes, for now. Any questions for me, Princess Violet?" she asked young woman.

''I have no problem in having the kid raised in the Pantheon.'' Violet said. ''I never said you were the Queen.'' Violet stated. ''If I am needed to be in the Rastabite Pantheon,I will.'' she said. ''In Roman Greece,we have many titles. They would be called His or Her Royal Majesty,King and Queen's are Imperial Highnesses and The Khalifah is for only those who practice the religion of Islam....'' Violet said explaining the system. ''I accept what Branson wants and I will live here if required of me to.'' Violet said. ''What would I do after I marry Branson?'' she asked. ''And what do you mean by for now?'' she asked. Then she turned to Branson and said ''What do you want to do after this?''

"Oh, I never said you did, I was just teasing," L'aura said. "Like I said we are very relaxed royals. We have dinner with our servants and our children go to public school."

"I'm glad to hear what titles they'd have in your country. Though, again, I must make known that those titles won't be recgonized here, that isn't to say it won't be made known."

Bronson looked to Violet. "I would like to live here, but I am willing to spend part of the year in Roman Greece. And I think that after this, we'll go back with Roland and Georgiana for a little while. I need to discuss the terms of our nations' alliance."

L'aura was quite for a moment then she spoke again. "Oh, and Violet. I would like to meet with you parents before the wedding. Also, how would they feel about all that we've discussed about?"

"Well, if you only seek awareness, then I shall continue. You see, in Terre DeAnge we worship Namaah, who was an angelic companion of Elua. She was the first in fact. Elua was taken captive by the King of Persis, for he felt threaten by him. The One God ignored his grandson and so Namaah to pity on Elua. Namaah went to the king and laid with him in return for Elua's freedom. People have different interpretations as to how she went to him. Humbly, because he was right, to divine his future, there are thirteen official interpretations to be exact. Each is represented by the Thirteen Houses of the Court of Night-Blooming Flowers, better known as the Night Court. To the outside the Night Court seems nothing more that various brothels. D'Angelines find this very offensive. Men and women in the Night Court go there to pay tribute Namaah and how she saved Elua. Most salons in Terre DeAnge are like the Night Court, save that usually a former adept of the Night Court runs it and the men and women there have a different set of rules."

It was long winded, but he need to at least give a back story to Georgiana before telling her what he meant.

"We D'Angelines live by something Elua said, and it is our motto. 'Love as thou wilt.' D'Angelines do not care what race or sex you are we are free to choose whom we love, romantically or platonicly, as we want."

She perked her brow a bit as he went on and carefully sipped from her glass with a moment to put this through her head.

"Honestly, there is nothing wrong with that philosophy. It is certainly unique however, but very fascinating to listen about. Although, I do not think there is such a parallel in my nation of that. Philosophy of love varies across the board for most people there. For some, there is no sanctity, to others, it is the blackest sin. And also, the flip faces of the card, some do see it sacred and holy, though I would be hard pressed to identify that for you. The Empire for a long while had a Libertarian movement that helped bring large amounts of civil freedoms to the Empire, though that has shifted somewhat over the years."

She paused for a moment smiling as she set down the glass.

"However, to get to the point, I must say that your nation is fascinating in its tradition and dedication to your faith. Certainly unlike anything I have personally seen or heard about."

"I thank you for the compliment," Roland said, a larger genuine smile crossed his face. "Most that I tell that to think that Terre DeAnge is filled with nothing by sexaholics. Not true, of course. And like you also said, its rather unique. And we do take marriage seriously, that's why we our 'motto' is so important to us. A D'Angeline could never be in a loveless marriage."

He sipped his joie. "And so I've now truly scared you off," he joked.

"I thank you for the compliment," Roland said, a larger genuine smile crossed his face. "Most that I tell that to think that Terre DeAnge is filled with nothing by sexaholics. Not true, of course. And like you also said, its rather unique. And we do take marriage seriously, that's why we our 'motto' is so important to us. A D'Angeline could never be in a loveless marriage."

He sipped his joie. "And so I've now truly scared you off," he joked.
"Believe me, there are some things in France that would be shocking even to a culture as yours, not meant to be an insult as such, but certainly, we have our share of vices. Do not take that because I myself am not from your nation I cannot understand the difference between love and lust. They are more, universal concepts, and I can assure you I know what you mean when you speak of le Terre DeAnge. As much as anybody inexperienced with your culture can be."

"Oh, I never said you did, I was just teasing," L'aura said. "Like I said we are very relaxed royals. We have dinner with our servants and our children go to public school."

"I'm glad to hear what titles they'd have in your country. Though, again, I must make known that those titles won't be recgonized here, that isn't to say it won't be made known."

Bronson looked to Violet. "I would like to live here, but I am willing to spend part of the year in Roman Greece. And I think that after this, we'll go back with Roland and Georgiana for a little while. I need to discuss the terms of our nations' alliance."

L'aura was quite for a moment then she spoke again. "Oh, and Violet. I would like to meet with you parents before the wedding. Also, how would they feel about all that we've discussed about?"

''My parents would accept what we discussed about.'' Violet said. ''You can meet my parents,The Khalifah always likes to travel to other lands.'' she said. ''The Khalifah is my father,if you didn't know.'' she said. ''L'aura,I can't be the Khalifah as only men in Islam can be one.'' Violet said. Then Violet turned to Branson and said ''We can stay in Morrocco for a while then.'' Then Violet went for the door and said to the others ''I will see you later,L'aura and let's go discuss our alliance,Branson.'' said Violet as she walked out the door. ''By the way,The Khalifah can discuss alliances but the Royal Family and The President have to approve but they have already approved when hearing about it.'' Violet said walking to where Roland and Georgiana are.

OOC-I had to go yesterday so I couldn't reply or tell you. Sorry.

"Brilliant," L'aura said in reply to meeting Violet's parents. "And yes, you've mentioned the Khalifah is you father, not king if I remember right." She smiled sweetly at the young woman.

"Morrocco? That sounds interesting. Never been there. Thought I have only been to a few countries in my life," the Marquis admited.

Bronson said good-be to his mother and started to follow Violet to the door when his mother called him back.

"Yes?" he asked.

"She seems very staright to the point, doesn't she?" L'aura asked her son, our of Violet's hearing range.

He gave a short nod. "Yes, very so." He smiled, kissed his mother on the cheek and followed Violet back to the room.

"Believe me, there are some things in France that would be shocking even to a culture as yours, not meant to be an insult as such, but certainly, we have our share of vices. Do not take that because I myself am not from your nation I cannot understand the difference between love and lust. They are more, universal concepts, and I can assure you I know what you mean when you speak of le Terre DeAnge. As much as anybody inexperienced with your culture can be."

Roland put his glass filled with joie down and looked to Georgiana. He gave her a slight smile, not quite a smirk but it wasn't sad either. More of a contenplative smile. "Forgive me, dear princess, I did not mean to insult you or your people. I just so often feel that I have to defend what my beliefs and customs are. Its an automatic response now."

Picking up his glass one more he stood. "I shall make it up to you. You're nation may have whatever alliance they want with Terre DeAnge. Friendship? Its yours. Trade? Done. Military? If it comes to that." He paused for a moment as he went to the drinks and poured himself another glass of joie. He turned to Georgiana. "Anything that I may get you? Drink, food?" he asked.

Roland put his glass filled with joie down and looked to Georgiana. He gave her a slight smile, not quite a smirk but it wasn't sad either. More of a contenplative smile. "Forgive me, dear princess, I did not mean to insult you or your people. I just so often feel that I have to defend what my beliefs and customs are. Its an automatic response now."

Picking up his glass one more he stood. "I shall make it up to you. You're nation may have whatever alliance they want with Terre DeAnge. Friendship? Its yours. Trade? Done. Military? If it comes to that." He paused for a moment as he went to the drinks and poured himself another glass of joie. He turned to Georgiana. "Anything that I may get you? Drink, food?" he asked.
She was slightly taken aback at the impact of her tone, and realized that her wording did not conveying what she wished.

"Insult? Do not worry about it, Roland.." There was a pause, as that weas the first time she had called him by his name. "Its nothing to worry about, or to apologize for. And it is such a gracious offer Terre DeAnge offers us with alliance, but rather, I think it would be best first to know what Terre DeAnge wishes from such a relationship, as it would be easier for us to make a framework around."

"Brilliant," L'aura said in reply to meeting Violet's parents. "And yes, you've mentioned the Khalifah is you father, not king if I remember right." She smiled sweetly at the young woman.

"Morrocco? That sounds interesting. Never been there. Thought I have only been to a few countries in my life," the Marquis admited.

Bronson said good-be to his mother and started to follow Violet to the door when his mother called him back.

"Yes?" he asked.

"She seems very staright to the point, doesn't she?" L'aura asked her son, our of Violet's hearing range.

He gave a short nod. "Yes, very so." He smiled, kissed his mother on the cheek and followed Violet back to the room.

''Let's go see the others.'' Violet said to Branson. ''Your mother likes to talk a lot and for a long time too.'' Violet said. ''What do you want to do after our talk on a alliance?'' Violet asked Branson.

Bronson laughed at Violet's comment. "Oh, yes, she like to be very much in the know. And she likes to have things planned."

'What do you want to do after our talk on a alliance?'' Violet asked Branson.

"I was thinking perhaps showing New Avalon. That way you can get to know Rastaban a little better. And if you are still up for marrying after that then we'll go to Leh'mu and you can meet some of my siblings, as well as my father. I don't know if I told you but I have eight brothers and sisters."

Bronson laughed at Violet's comment. "Oh, yes, she like to be very much in the know. And she likes to have things planned."



"I was thinking perhaps showing New Avalon. That way you can get to know Rastaban a little better. And if you are still up for marrying after that then we'll go to Leh'mu and you can meet some of my siblings, as well as my father. I don't know if I told you but I have eight brothers and sisters."

''I would like to visit New Avalon!'' Violet said happily. ''Let's find the others first.'' she said. ''We need to discuss the alliance first,so come on!'' Violet said running to where the others are.

Bronson smiled and followed Violet back to the room. He opened the door for Violet then entered after her. "Ah, were back. I hope you two have gotten along well. I don't mean to sound like I am rushing you, but Violet would like to see New Avalon with me. I invite you all to see it also. Guards shall be provided for you, and my younger sister, Princess Iliana, shall accompany you."

He sat down, glanced at Georigana and Roland then continued. "So, to business, I suppose."

Bronson smiled and followed Violet back to the room. He opened the door for Violet then entered after her. "Ah, were back. I hope you two have gotten along well. I don't mean to sound like I am rushing you, but Violet would like to see New Avalon with me. I invite you all to see it also. Guards shall be provided for you, and my younger sister, Princess Iliana, shall accompany you."

He sat down, glanced at Georigana and Roland then continued. "So, to business, I suppose."

''Who should talk first?'' Violet asked sitting next to Branson. ''I feel that Roman Greece would benefit from a alliance.'' Violet said. ''Who wants to start the talks?'' Violet asked before waiting for someone to speak.

Bronson smiled and followed Violet back to the room. He opened the door for Violet then entered after her. "Ah, were back. I hope you two have gotten along well. I don't mean to sound like I am rushing you, but Violet would like to see New Avalon with me. I invite you all to see it also. Guards shall be provided for you, and my younger sister, Princess Iliana, shall accompany you."

He sat down, glanced at Georigana and Roland then continued. "So, to business, I suppose."
"Of course, I will have no problems with that, Bronson. It sounds like a truly wonderful place, I would be delighted to go. It's absolutely no rush, me and Roland were only sharing with each other our nation's culture, for the sake of awarness."

She smiled at him and then continued.

"Yes, business, that is why we are here."

She was slightly taken aback at the impact of her tone, and realized that her wording did not conveying what she wished.

"Insult? Do not worry about it, Roland.." There was a pause, as that was the first time she had called him by his name. "Its nothing to worry about, or to apologize for. And it is such a gracious offer Terre DeAnge offers us with alliance, but rather, I think it would be best first to know what Terre DeAnge wishes from such a relationship, as it would be easier for us to make a framework around."

He smiled when she just called him by his first name. "What my nation would like from a relationship is just the same in return, friendship, trade, and to be there for us if we ever needed help. Terre DeAnge doesn't ask to have military standing by for us or to put military bases in your country. We just ask to have a embassy and ambassador in your nation, for starters. We was an equal free trade agreement - no tariffs on our goods save for the simple state tax and we'll provide your empire with the same."

Roland was cut short with the arrival of Bronson and Violet. "Ah, welcome back!" he greeted them, standing when Violet entered and sat when she did.

At Bronson's explanation the Dauphin smiled. "Indeed, my friend, it sounds rather nice.

"Of course, I will have no problems with that, Bronson. It sounds like a truly wonderful place, I would be delighted to go. It's absolutely no rush, me and Roland were only sharing with each other our nation's culture, for the sake of awareness."

She smiled at him and then continued.

"Yes, business, that is why we are here."

"Oh, Georgiana, you know we're not here for that." He said, filling the effects of his native drink kicking in. "We're here to have fun. But, I will concede. To business then."

"Oh, Georgiana, you know we're not here for that." He said, filling the effects of his native drink kicking in. "We're here to have fun. But, I will concede. To business then."
She looked to him with her characteristic perked eyebrow.

"Well, Roland, that may be true. But we must not forget our formalities. It would not be proper, would it Bronson?"

She smiled to him after that, leaning back with a sip of her white wine.

''I think that we should discuss Military and Philosophy first.'' Violet said fixing her clothes. ''Anyone else want to talk about something?'' Violet asked the others.

Bronson smiled at Georigana. "No I suppose it wouldn't princess."

''I think that we should discuss Military and Philosophy first.'' Violet said fixing her clothes. ''Anyone else want to talk about something?'' Violet asked the others.

"Yes, well military then," Bronson began. "What sort of military agreement does the Napoleonic Emprie, Terre DeAnge, and Roman Greece want from Rastaban? And of course vice versa. We can start there and work on trade next."

"Well, Bronson.. We have been facing Soviet aggression, however, we do not want to drag Rastaban into any sort of huge European conflict, we believe that we are more than capable of routing the Soviets from Bavaria and Austria. Military alliance is something that can probally be discussed after the geoconflict we are having with the Soviets to the east. We understand that Rastaban is a small island country, and I would like to know the state of your miltiary forces, as the Napoleonic legions would be more than happy to aid you at a later time in any sort of fortification in joint efforts to improve both sides of the equation."

Bronson smiled at Georigana. "No I suppose it wouldn't princess."



"Yes, well military then," Bronson began. "What sort of military agreement does the Napoleonic Emprie, Terre DeAnge, and Roman Greece want from Rastaban? And of course vice versa. We can start there and work on trade next."

''Roman Greece wants allies to help protect the Hellenistic Peoples from attacks on Greek soil.'' Violet said. ''I don't want enemies like Nazi Germany or Ottoman Turks marching down Greece again.'' Violet said. ''As France said,Greece is also under threat too and we would welcome your military aid.'' Violet said.

(OOC: Mother's Day. What can I say. Went to see me mums)

"Well, Bronson.. We have been facing Soviet aggression, however, we do not want to drag Rastaban into any sort of huge European conflict, we believe that we are more than capable of routing the Soviets from Bavaria and Austria. Military alliance is something that can probally be discussed after the geoconflict we are having with the Soviets to the east. We understand that Rastaban is a small island country, and I would like to know the state of your miltiary forces, as the Napoleonic legions would be more than happy to aid you at a later time in any sort of fortification in joint efforts to improve both sides of the equation."

Bronson laughed, "Well, were not that small. Or at least we don't think our nation to me. At its widest point its two-thousand miles across. Anyway, our currently military forces our rather strong. We've come out of a civil war and many are still signing up for it. I know the queen wishes to get it back down to its peace time size, but still she is waiting for a little while. Currently there are no threats to our nation, inside or out. And we would be lend aid to the Napoleonic Empire should and when the need arises."

''Roman Greece wants allies to help protect the Hellenistic Peoples from attacks on Greek soil.'' Violet said. ''I don't want enemies like Nazi Germany or Ottoman Turks marching down Greece again.'' Violet said. ''As France said,Greece is also under threat too and we would welcome your military aid.'' Violet said.

He looked to the princess. "Yes, of course, that would be part of the agreement between our two nations once we marry, or at the very least get engaged."

(OOC: Mother's Day. What can I say. Went to see me mums)


Bronson laughed, "Well, were not that small. Or at least we don't think our nation to me. At its widest point its two-thousand miles across. Anyway, our currently military forces our rather strong. We've come out of a civil war and many are still signing up for it. I know the queen wishes to get it back down to its peace time size, but still she is waiting for a little while. Currently there are no threats to our nation, inside or out. And we would be lend aid to the Napoleonic Empire should and when the need arises."



He looked to the princess. "Yes, of course, that would be part of the agreement between our two nations once we marry, or at the very least get engaged."

Violet looked to Branson and said ''Of course I would marry you,Branson.'' Then she said ''You can lend aid to Roman Greece right?'' Then she lounged on the couch,looking at the others.

Speaking up Roland said, "Terre DeAnge would like a supportive military agreement. We'll help you and you'll help us in our times of need. We'd also like a trade agreement." It was a repeatment of what he had said to Georgiana, but not quite. "And of course we can discuss embassies too." He looked to the French princess. "Anyone may discuss with me, in private or public, the circumstances of the agreement."

"Rastaban excepts that, Prince Roland, and the details of which I would be happy to discuss them with you at a later time."

((ooc: Ack. Shortness. Forgive me.))

''Branson,Greece would like to open a school in Rastaban about Aristotle and Plato and so on if it is alright with Rastaban.'' Violet said. ''Does anyone else wish to say something?'' she asked. ''Branson,I think we may be done here so since no one is saying anything.'' Violet said. ''Let's go to the city now.'' Violet said.