NationStates Jolt Archive

Prince Deric of the Secular Empire was absolutely excited that he was going to Thrope to meet someone. He's been very isolated from the world that getting out and about to meet someone was so thrilling to him.

He arrived in Thrope and waited for the person he was going to meet; he had no idea what she looked like, he had heard only little things of her.

Fiona stood holding a single white rose as a signal sign to Prince Deric of the Secular Empire that she was the one he was to meet. Fiona was a petite(5'0), lithe, fair young lady of 22 years. Her hair was platinum ringlets, her skin was alabaster, and her eyes were a subduded shade of green. Fiona was one of the few human nobles within Thrope, though she was only a Countess. She fidgetted and twisted a lock around her finger.

Deric noticed the young, beautifully stunning woman standing before him just a few feet away. He approached her and introduced himself; "I am Deric of the Secular Empire. It's so nice to meet you finally. You're absolutely beautiful" Deric said as he took a slight bow and kissed her hand.

"What would you like to do? Eat perhaps? Show me around? Anything would be delightful."

A rosy blush filled Fiona's cheeks, and muttered her thanks. It took a moment for her to regain her composure

"Let us dine first. That way we can get to know each other. Then I will show you around the capital, perhaps we can even visit the queen."

"That sounds like a great idea. Visiting the queen would be an honor." Deric said as he followed Fiona to the place they were going to eat.

Fiona took her seat across from Deric. "Yes, but I would like to warn you that the queen, along with most of the ruling class, is a lycanthrope. So, tell me about yourself and your nation." Fiona tilted her head in interest, a curl falling into her face.

Deric had a slight look of surprise on his face at the warning of the Queen, but continued on; "well I have a few hobbies. I'm an automobile enthusiast so I enjoy collecting classics and the like. I'm also an avid reader and spend almost all of my free time reading, but I'd make adjustments to that in different circumstances." Deric said, obviously very softly implying if things worked out between them, he'd make time for her.

"Also an interesting note is that I am not from Maraque. My father and his partner adopted me when I was just a few months old from France, although I really don't feel that much attachment to France because I've never actually been." Deric continued; "Maraque is a mix between a direct democracy and constitutional monarchy. You see, we have a President that oversees daily issues and my father the Emperor who can overturn anything the President does; although he rarely does because he doesn't like to interfere with the running of the country and cause corruption."

"Your nation sounds much like Thrope. We too are a constitutional monarchy, Though we have a Prime Minister instead of a President." Fiona blushed. "But I'm interrupting, please continue."

OOC: physical describtion?

OOC: Derics appearance? If so:
Height: 5"9'
Weight: 135lbs
Age: 23
Hair color: light brown, short
eye color: green
skin: white, light tan

IC:

"The first settlers arrived in the early 1400's and established Maraque in 1459. It was actually named Atrons at first, then it became Curona, but now both of those are provinces of the Empire of Maraque."

"What about your nation? What is it like?" Deric asked, rather interested.

"Thrope was discovered in the 1600's by a group of lycans looking for a place to escape persecution. At the time it was only them and the elves, which worked out fine. Over time the society grew and evolved, and soon mortals began to live in the country. The Royal family is all lycan, with a few other immortals married in. The Prime Minister is usually lycan, since that is the majority of the population. The rest of Parliment is very diverse. Thrope is a very open and lovely place to be." Fiona whispered an order to the waiter who had just arrived.

"Anythign else you wish to know?"

"That's such a fascinating history. I must say." Deric replied. "In Maraque the Royal Family can literally go outside without protection because the public admires us so much, what is the situation like in this country?"

"The queen had a rather rebellious childhood i'm told. But this was back in about in 1903. She's 128 now. Anyway, everyone loves her and the rest of the Royal family, within the nation. The whole region seems friendly toward the O'Keith's, but some outside parties aren't to friendly. So to answer your question, they leave the palace and they are loved. They leave the nation....not so much. People don't like lycanthropes." She shrugged as though this seemed completely unnatural.

"It's a shame hatred and discrimination still exists in todays world."

Deric, just noticing the waiter also ordered.

Fiona nodded, sipping her water. "You spoke of your father and his partner? Would that be his life partner?"

"Yes. From my understanding they met when they were in their teens and have been together ever since after 50 some odd years of being together. Also my sister, Siv, is a lesbian. She was adopted when she was about 13, confused about her sexuality and my father adopted her so he could help her discover and accept herself. Her parents neglected her all her life."

OOC: Sorry my computer froze and a friend called.

IC: "Well my younger brother is a gay werewolf dating a fey. That's a human sized fairy, without the wings. I win." Fiona smiled teasingly. "I do however feel bad for Owen's boyfriend, poor boy...."

"They sound like an interesting couple," Deric said. "Excuse my ignorance, but if I may ask... what is it like living in such a place? It must be normal for you, but I find it all so fascinating. In Maraque we have a minority population of an alien race living among the people, but that's about it."

"It's great. Everyone is really accepting. I mean, we all do what feels best without harming others." Fiona grinned. "Plus, we've all come to accept the fact that everyone may have problems with others choices or identities, but we deal with it. Everyone who tries to be PC is joking themselves." She smiled, and nibbled some bread.

"So what do you have in mind after we're done here?" Deric asks, wondering what kind of wonderful things he'd be doing with Fiona.

"We could go on a tour of the city. I could see if the queen is willing for us to visit. We could go to my place..." Fiona blushed crimson. "I mean, I have lovely stables we could do some horseback riding."

"All of it sounds absolutely wonderful" Deric replied. "I'd love to do it all."

The waiter arrived with their meals. Fiona took a bite of her lemon chicken. "I'm afraid I don't know what else we can talk about."

Deric and Fiona finished their meals and headed out into the city. "So how about that tour, or horseback riding sounds like a lot of fun."

"Well considering where we are, we can start here with the tour and make it to my place in a few hours. Unless you want the quick tour on my motorcyle."

"On your motorcycle you say?" Deric said with an excited look on his face. "That sounds like a blast!"

Finona arched a brow. "Most men don't like being on the back seat of a motorcylce."

"Ah, but when the driver is such a pretty woman like you, what man wouldn't ride on the back?"

"Well, aren't you a charmer?" Fiona walked out of the restaurant and headed towards a gorgeous bike. "Good thing I didn't take my Ducati."

"It's a great looking bike. Lets go" Deric said, with a smile on his face.

Fiona pulled out two helmets from the box on the back. She handed on to Deric, straddled the bike, and gunned the engine.

They got on and began to ride.

"The city is amazing," Deric thought to himself, enjoying the wonderful ride with Fiona.

Fiona pointed out numerous sites. She pointed out what looked to be a medieval castle on the top of a huge hill. "That's the royal palace. It's much more modern then it looks." They continued on.

Deric listened to her telling him about the various sights they were seeing. Deric really enjoyed his time with Fiona. He couldn't wait to spend more time with her, he looked forward to it.

Soon they were outside the city. After about five miles, Fiona turned down a winding lane that lead to a three story plantation house. It was a large estate, with many garages and stables. She brought the bike into one of the garages, that was filled with many more motorcycles. "Home sweet home", she smiled and pulled off her helmet shaking out her hair.

"This is a lovely home, Fiona. What would you like to do now?"

Fiona smiled. "I thought you said you wanted to go horseback riding?"

"Oh of course. I had forgotten all about it. The scenery took my mind away."

"How sad for me, the landscape is more impressing then I am." She smiled teasingly. "Come we'll get you a horse." In the field a huge, black mustang was running wildly, rearing and kicking. Fiona's smile grew. "The stables are this way."

"Whew! You had me scared for a moment!" Deric said, rather happy that he would not be riding that horse, as he followed Fiona.

Fiona smiled. When they reached the stables, she found a stable hand. "Paul, tack up Apollo for Prince Deric so he and I may take a ride. Oh and prepare Dante."

The young man seemed spooked by that. "That demon will murder me, he's got a gleam in his eye that horse does."

Fiona sighed. "Fine give me the saddle and bridle. Once Prince Deric is ready for the ride, I'll prepare Dante for myself."

"Thank you miss!" Paul then went and retrieved a lovely tan arabian and prepared the stallion for riding. He handed Fiona all the equipment to prepare a horse.

"Take Apollo around the stable, Deric. I'll meet you in the field we just passed."

Fiona then ran into the field and whistled at the Mustang.

Deric took the horse around to the stables, admiring the beautiful animal. As he waited for Fiona, he couldn't help but wonder if everything would work out and if Fiona would indeed be his future wife.

Dante trotted happily to Fiona as though he were a colt. The dark mustang not only trusted the blond woman, but both seemed to love each other very much. She nuzzled his neck, and patted his leg and back.

"You'll be good won't you."

The stallion eyed her for a moment then signed his agreement. Fiona kissed the beasts nose, and preped him for the ride. She cantered over to Deric. Dante nipped quickly at Apollo before skirting away.

"Deric, this is Dante." The wild horse tilted its head in greeting.

"Lovely horse." Deric said. "Now where will we be riding? I can't wait."

OOC: Just in case you missed the implication, this is the horse that was bucking crazy in the field earlier.

IC: Fiona scratched Dante's ears. "I'm glad you think so, though I guess you'd be wary to ride him." Fiona chuckled. "We'll be taking the trail around the pond."

"How do you handle that wild thing? Lovely he may be, he seems insane."

The scenery around the pond was absolutely beautiful Deric thought as they made their way up the trail.

OOC: Sorry if my replies are short. I'm trying to think of things to say.

OOC: It's cool. I don't mind.

IC: Fiona smiled. "Dante is wild by breed, and I spoiled him as a colt. So he only listens to me." Dante bumped heads softly with Apollo. "Plus, we're trying to get Apollo is supposed to be a stud horse, but Dante keeps kicking the mares. So I usually keep them apart." She grinned and tossed some bread from a satchel in on her saddle at the ducks