Supper with Severyns (Closed)

[Kanada]

Days after the riots in Fort Sean had been put down, Grace was sitting quietly in what she now considered her palace in Bergum. Celebration of the unification was still going on, however it had settled down significantly, perhaps much more due to the violence.


The new Empress uncapped a silver-cased pen and began writing a small actual, physical letter to Princess Jadzia, her small and neat cursive beginning to blanket the page.

King Jadzia,


I believe in efficiency and getting to the point, perhaps to an extent where I can appear curt, but I do not mean to seem that way. Maybe, in a contradictory way, I also enjoy the physical ink on paper. Nevertheless, I hope you don’t mind me skipping some of the more trivial small-talk and continuing with my main intent.


While your congratulations of the unification of Maloria and Kanada have been well-received, reading it has only made me more curious about you. I considered myself to be at a very young age to inherit a throne, yet you’ve done it within even less.


I believe that your congratulations and our response of thanks would be better said in person, face to face, which is why I’m inviting you to Bergum for a evening of supper and discussion. If needed, I can organize a private plane to bring you here, and you would be very well accommodated during your stay.


I hope you will consider this invitation properly, and write back.


Cordially,

Emprs. Grace Severyn-Kanad I.

She looked it over for a moment, taking a sip of water, before folding it thrice, placing it into a cream coloured envelope, and stamping it with her seal. It was quickly handed off to make its way to Jadzia as swiftly as it could, and she smiled briefly to herself

 

[Esplandia]

Jadzia opened the letter with the personal seal of the Queen of Kanada (now Empress of Malor-Kanada), and read it with excitement. Normally her staff handled missives from other heads of state, but to receive a personal communique from her cousin's wife. This required her personal attention.

Holding the letter up to catch the light from the sun, or what little sun there was on such a foggy morning, she read the letter. After finishing it she took out her own pen and wrote up a response.

Empress Grace,

I received your letter with much excitement, as it is important for our nations to remain close. Especially since we are all family. And to have it written out added a very personal touch. I gladly accept your invitation to come Bergum for dinner and discussion. I do not have many chance to get out of Arrandal, or even Bravondy for that matter, and Bergum is such an amazing city.

Please send that jet to pick me up, as I am saddened to say that the current state of Arrandal's Air Fleet leaves a lot to be desired. Otherwise I will have to travel by ship. A proposition that doesn't thrill me at this time of year.

Your friend and friend to Malor-Kanada,

King Jadzia III ze Calagvic-Valteren din Severyn-Walsthalkenkov

 

[Kanada]

After her landing in Bergum, Jadzia would have been quickly transported as quickly as possible through Bergum to the Palace, with all the security necessary, and plus some. She hadn’t seen Grace at the airport and would be meeting her instead at the Palace, most likely along with Marten.


Once she was pulled up to the entrance, dozens of guards would move to escort her. The whole Palace staff seemed to have been whipped up and ready for this occasion. Or perhaps that was how they always were...


“Your Grace,” a guard nodded to her, taking her inside. The whole process seemed quick, planned, and painless.


Further inside, in what appeared to be some sort of Den or Lounge area, Her Majesty, Empress Grace Severyn-Kanad I, sat calmly in a leather chair, one leg crossed over the other. She was dressed in what appeared to be loose men’s trousers and a pure white blouse. Her long hair was kept up in a tight bun. The Empress stood with a wide smile to her full, petite height, barely managing to reach Five-foot Zero. Grace walked over and offered a polite hug as opposed to something more professional, such as a handshake, “Hello, Jadzia!”

 

[Esplandia]

Jadzia was growing to be fond of Bergum. It was such a different city from Bravondy. It was new and modern and bustling. The beating heart of the empire. It was her second time there and she took in the sights as the car made its way to the imperial palace.


When she arrived she was ushered through the palace halls (again far more extravagant and elegant than the Palat Roz) and into a lounge room where the empress was waiting.


Grace hugged her, and for a second Jadzia was startled by the informality, but then she embraced the woman back affectionately.


“Grace, you look lovely as always,” she said, returning the woman’s familiarity. “Where’s that cousin of mine? And the littlest Severyn?”

 

[Kanada]

"Oh, thank you, darling," Grace smiled lightly at her compliment and took a step back, "Marten’s somewhere… He will probably be meeting with us soon,” she took a moment, “And little Alexander is taking a nap- Oh, have you even met him in person yet? I’m sure he’ll love you, he’s been very social,”


The Empress sat back down slowly, listening to hern and crossing one leg over the other and taking a relaxed stance, “Oh, and I cannot wait to show you around, changing of the guards and such. When was the last time you were to Bergum?”


Once again, the petite woman leaned forward and listened politely, finishing her all her talking with another question, “How has Bravondy been? Everything holding up alright?”