A Royal Invitation (Open)

Dillon Honore

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To: The Esteemed Heads of State of the World
From: The Office of His Most Honorable and Just Esteemed Majesty King Leonidas Thornton of Regunalia, Regional Governor of Centria, Duke of Fortessium, Mayor of Regunalia City and Voice of the Regunalian People.

"My fellow esteemed heads of state, Regunalia has enjoyed a time of peace and prosperity for a while now, and the time has come for the kingdom to make its mark on the world stage. I would like to invite each of you to the Grand Royal Palace of Regunalia for a state dinner at which matters of diplomacy, trade, and other foreign affairs may be discussed. It is planned for the entire Royal Cabinet to be in attendance, save for the Minister of Defense, so that any and all matters of foreign affairs may efficiently be dealt with. Lavish housing accommodations have been arranged for each head of state, plus one additional government official and 4 guards, should you find it necessary. As far as transportation, Regunalia City International Airport has been notified of the state dinner and been instructed to prioritize planes of diplomatic nature. Once there, the Regunalian Honor Guard has been made available to escort foreign dignitaries from the airport to the Grand Royal Palace Complex. A jousting competition is scheduled the night of the dinner, several duels and other displays of exemplary swordsmanship, and more modern displays of archery, gunmanship, the Regunalian Honor Guard Drill Team, and other fantastic events for your entertainment. I look forward to seeing you and promoting peace and prosperity throughout the world!


-His Most Honorable and Just Esteemed Majesty King Leonidas Thornton of Regunalia, Regional Governor of Centria, Duke of Fortessium, Mayor of Regunalia City and Voice of the Regunalian people.
 
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correspondence said:

Your Majesty, I regret to inform you that His Majesty Tobias III, King of Prydania, is unable to attend. In his stead will be his cousin, Stig Eidewig, Thane of Eiderwig and Field Marshal of the Royal Prydanian Army. We look forward to furthering relations with your Kingdom and fostering a positive working relationship.

Marianne Toft
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Kingdom of Prydania
 
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North Timistania

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To his Majesty, While His Majesty King Hugo I is currently engaged in matters of state we are more then happy to send Prime Minister Maria Linz in his stead. We look forward to greater ties.

Lucas Von Hoffman
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Lawston

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His Majesty
Leonidas Thornton
King of Regunalia
Regunalia City

Dear Your Majesty:

I gratefully accept your invitation to the forthcoming state dinner. I have complete confidence there will be fruitful and beneficial discourse in the momentous time we will share. The benefits of which it will accomplish, I am sure, shall prove bountiful.

It will be a great honor and privilege to take part in the opportunity this great exchange will give us, including our fellow heads of state and representatives, to become closer in the brotherhood of free nations. In return, I promise to endeavor and learn about your country, and honor the customs which will be celebrated in grand demonstration.

Until then, may it please Your Majesty to know I too look forward to meet you at last in the spirit of our common goals of peace and prosperity over the world.

Mabuhay!

Sincerely,

Rajesh L. Galang
President of the Republic of Lawston






 
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To his majesty of Regunalia
The primer has will likely come but will be late as he is under alot of stress of being the Leader of the Federation. It will be an honor going and he will be there. Please your majesty of Regunalia I will hope to see our Primer see you and talk about meeting again.
- Secretary of Threnisk Daniel Krek
 

Dillon Honore

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The Grand Royal Palace Complex Gates swing open with a line of Regunalian Honor Guard on either side of the path that leads to the steps of the front entrance of the Grand Royal Palace. The gates of the Grand Royal Palace, in turn, are also swung wide open, revealing the Grand Staircase that leads to the Arena Viewing Area on the 2nd Level. The 1st 2 knights to joust begin trotting around the perimeter of the arena as the Royal Cabinet and the 1st diplomatic vehicle arrives.
 

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Thane Stig Eiderwig-Loðbrók was dressed rather subdued for the occasion, only wearing the dark khaki service uniform of a Royal Prydanian Army Field Marshal. He tended to dislike affairs of state. He was never one for pomp and circumstance. He felt a bit uneasy about the ceremony on display from Regunalia, but it was one of those things he'd been tasked with. His cousin the King wanted him here to represent him, and so he was here. He'd bare it if he had to.

He knew it would be awful to say. Hell, he even felt bad thinking it. Still? War was easier. No one expected so much self-flattery. That wasn't to say he missed war, or the bloodshed. He was happy peace had finally come to Prydania and its neighbours. He just didn't care for the pomp. And as a Thane and the heir to Prydanian Crown? Pomp was everywhere. He looked forwards to two days, really. The birth of Tobias' eldest child, and the day that child was old enough to take on these responsibilities. He could then spend his time with his work in the Army, and back home in Eiderwig. He had big plans to revive the town and Thanedom, and modernize it completely. He just couldn't at the moment. Not with the duties and responsibilities of state.

Regardless he entered as the gates of the Regunalian royal palace swung open.
 
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As Thane Eiderwig enters, the line of Regunalian Honor Guard in full jet black with gold trim dress uniforms with tasseled pauldrons, white ceremonial caps, and dress white gloves on either side form an arch ahead of him consisting of rifles with fixed bayonets, raised to where only the tips of the bayonets were crossing, leaving plenty of room for the Thane to pass through. As he passes, each pair of Honor Guardsmen (that is, one on each side), lower their rifles and tap their rifle butts on the ground, making an audible click.

Once inside the Grand Royal Palace, the following becomes visible: A red carpet with gold trim is laid out that leads from the open doors to a grand staircase which leads to the dining area on the second level of the palace, several ornate chandeliers hang from the ceiling of the second level, casting down a soft light throughout the space with the help of numerous wall-mounted lamps in the same style as the chandeliers. To the right of the entryway, stand 7 flags, one for each of the Regunalian Armed Services (Honor Guard, Army, Air Force, Navy, Specialist Corps, and National Guard, in that order from the closest to furthest from the entrance). On the left is hung a tapestry depicting Regunalian history from the tribal era, all the way up to the modern age. The dining area consists of a large open room, in which there is a long table with many seats and placards denoting the seats for those expected to come. At the head of the table is an especially ornate chair on which is inscribed a depiction of the Royal Armorial Achievement and gold trim, this chair is reserved for the King himself. Flanking this especially ornate chair are several slightly less ornate chairs depicting the logos of each of the Regunalian Royal Ministries, these chairs, of course, are reserved for the Ministers of their respective ministries. The chair for the Ministry of Defense, however, has a blue cloth draped over it, denoting that the Minister of Defense will not be in attendance this evening. At the back of the dining area (i.e, opposite the staircase) can be found the entrance to a hallway, this hallway leads to several offices and a staircase, which in turn, leads to the hallway on the 3rd level that contains the bedchambers and the living area of the royal family. On this occasion, the entrance to the aforementioned hallway is covered with a large Regunalian Flag as well as 2 Royal Heralds standing in front, bugles at their side as the King was not yet ready to make himself known. A second hallway on an adjacent wall (on the right side wall from the door's perspective) is clearly marked "Kitchen." On the opposite side of this hallway was the Royal Arena, which can be seen quite handily while seated at the table. The various Royal Ministers mingle amongst themselves in full formal dress at the top of the staircase.

Within the Royal Arena, 2 men in full plate armor prepare for a joust to kick off the night's festivities. This was a big night for the King, and Regunalia as a whole, as it was tonight that the King, and by extension Regunalia, could make a lasting impression, clearing a path to global diplomacy, or make a fool of themselves and become an international laughing stock. Only time will tell which will occur.
 
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To His Majesty King Leonidas, greetings,

The Principality gladly accepts the invitation to attend His Majesty at Regunalia City for dinner and festivities as a sign of goodwill between nations. Princess Claidie is unable to attend due to prior commitments. Princess Alice, however, is available and will attend the event. We look forward to a healthy discussion of world affairs and greater cooperation between our nations.

William Bowers
Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Principality of Sil Dorsett




(First Person POV: Alice Dorsett)

Unlike my sister, I actually enjoy being thrown into these social events from time to time. The more of these I do, the more I become the face of Sil Dorsett. It's not like I'm trying to take the spotlight away from my sister, though. She can handle the governance of the nation just fine. It's the public image that she struggles with. I had my mishaps before, but I've made it my goal to never let such things happen again. This meeting with the Regunalians, myself unaided, was a contribution to my plan to let my sister know that she can trust me with this kind of thing.

Keyword: "Was." As I followed the Prydanian representative, Stig Eiderwig, into the palace, I quickly realized how much in trouble I really was. All the instruction my father gave to me in my childhood covered all of this, but my experiences in adulthood directly conflicted with it. I thought back to when I accompanied our Phoenix Union ambassador, Malorie Allen, to Cogoria to survey the damage caused by the Scallendovians. It was then that all the opulence of royalty came into question when I thought about the struggles of the common citizens of the nation. And yet, here I was, back into the stereotypical royal environment. I just didn't enjoy it anymore.

I looked around at everything, from the carpets to the tables and all of the gold trim embedded in it all. The riches this royal family projected was honestly nauseating, and my thoughts of it all were all the more sickening. No longer did I bask in such wealth to think of myself as better than anyone. Instead, I was horrified by it, and thought to myself "This is how syndicalism begins." It was fortunate Tobias wasn't around to accompany Stig. I don't think he could have stood me thinking about it and reminding him of such a terrible time in his life.

The arena provided some comfort. Seeing the men in full plate armor reminded me of when Madeline was an actor in one of the local Fantasy Faires and I had the chance to make a sketch of her in my sketchbook. I took that sketchbook out of my purse and started drawing, capturing the gist of what was around me while I visualized in my mind what a full painting might be. No one had addressed me yet, so I made use of the time until someone did.
 

Lawston

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Regunalia City, Kingdom of Regunalia

Rajesh and Dalisay left most of their entourage in a nearby hotel, leaving with security and the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Jejomar came with his wife Candi, and they sat across from Jejomar and the Dalisay in the limousine. Both of the couples smiled at each other as they had a little chat before their arrival.

"-But isn't it strange, Jejo?" Dalisay asked, "As Foreign Minister, what is your opinion on Regunalia's foreign policy?"

"What about it, Dali? I thought it didn't exist!" Jejomar joked, laughing and his wife joined, as well as Rajesh. Dalisay just giggled, twinkling her eyes at Rajesh before nudging him to stop. He was getting too loud with his laughter.

"Ehem..." Rajesh cleared his throat, smiling in a submissive glance at Dalisay, "Has the new Ambassador arrived here yet?"

Jejomar shook his head. "No Raj. Anyway, the Regunalians haven't answered my last correspondence with them. We'll probably hear about it later."

"That's a shame. I wanted to learn what we can about this country so we'd be up to speed." Rajesh said, looking outside as the street began to look like a live bombardment in the night, in the form of flashing cameras. Journalists and their fellow voyeurs are waiting to scoop up anything they can from this event. He could swear he recognized some of them as reporters from back home. They must have come with him on the plane and saw them during his in-flight press conference shortly before they landed.

Dalisay took Rajesh in her hand and lifted his hand to her lips. She said, "You're not an academician, dear. You're President of Lawston. You're expected to know nothing."

Rajesh raised an eyebrow and chuckled, taking her hand and kissed it in return for her words of what barely counted for encouragement. Jejomar and Candi laughed at it.

The presidential limousine followed behind the Dorsettian car. One of the security opened the door. Rajesh first stepped out, holding Dalisay's hand, helping her up and out of the limo. The presidential couple watched Jejomar and Candi do the same, but Candi accidentally went out of the limo first and had to take the lead. Around them, the official documentations team from Balay Kalatogan took pictures and videos from different angles. The press are also here, on the other side of the road where the Regunalian police maintained their permitted distance.

Rajesh and Dalisay waved at the press, unleashing a flurry of flashes and shouts of questions, but they quickly turned away.

Rajesh and Jejomar both wore white barong, an intricately-embroidered shirt. Made from banana silk, it is translucent and would have rendered them naked from the bottom up if not for the undershirt. The barong is worn untucked and has decorative patterns of flowers and vines, among other plants, in a u-shape form in front surrounding the shirt buttons.

Both of them have brown skin, but Lasakit Syrixians like Rajesh tend to be lighter and Jejomar, a pure Lasakit, became darker in comparison. Nonetheless, they both stood out under the night sky in the contrasting light colors of their barong.

However, light colors match too well on the translucent barongs they might be confused for one or the other. Especially in the dark. To easily distinguish the President from Jejomar to their foreign hosts, Rajesh was advised to put on the presidential sash, bearing the bicolors of the National Flag with a large black star in the middle.

Dalisay and Candi wore the baro't saya, a dress with short butterfly sleeves. Like the barong, it shares the same decorative patterns on the specially-embroidered sleeves, although it is not translucent. Dalisay's baro't saya is sunny yellow while Candi's is avocado green.

They are both Lasakit, but Candi is strangely whiter than she should look. It is likely she has mixed origins.

The presidential security, all in black suit and tie, dispersed from the motorcycle and car escorts that make up the presidential motorcade. Many of them went to their posts scattered around the area. Some of them kept their distance and only checked the perimeter, and returned to their vehicles when the President arrived at a closer distance to the palace. The documentations team took their last few shots and they also took their leave in the motorcade before it left the palace gates.

The ceremonial guards and their weapons are a common sight. Nothing out of the ordinary. But as soon as the presidential entourage entered the palace, everyone could confirm the Grand Royal Palace lives up to its name. Balay Kalatogan, the former imperial residence now presidential palace, could only be considered palatial to a certain extent. But this is an actual royal palace with the monarch in residence.

Still, there are many monarchs in Eras. There have been many red carpets, grand staircases, and luxurious and historically-rich decor. Rajesh, Dalisay, Jejomar, and Candi have walked on it, smelt it, and seen it, as they did on their way to the dining room upstairs.

Their eye-opening experience of seeing opulence like this for the first few times have been complimented to other countries a long time ago. When did each one happen has long been forgotten, none of them could even recall which countries they were, especially when they currently each have a pressing role to play in an entire new country.

The presidential entourage, arms interlocked with their partners, led in their happy little pairs and walked to the side of the room where they could see the arena up close.

"Hmm. How medieval." Rajesh commented.
 
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In her many years of service to Hessunland, Marie Linz had seen many a strange sight during diplomatic visits but nothing had quite prepared her for the scene in front of her. Gothis had had knights once, but jousting was a historical curiosity occasionally reenacted at fairs, she would have never guessed Regunalian's still practised the ancient sport. It was honestly a welcome break from the troubles back in Gothis to be in Kian, the political vice Hessunland found itself in was a taxing thing and the strange pageantry of her current surrounds was a nice, if rather dramatic, pallet cleanser.

It was also her first official engagement as Prime minister, She had the curious honour of being the last President and first Prime minister of Hessunland, she was still unsure how she felt about being a bridge between two distinct periods of governance. King Hugo had been preoccupied with matters of state, the popular monarch was mere months into his reign and already the work of building relations and meeting and greeting seemed endless. Marie had journeyed to Regunalia in the king's stead, her ever-faithful husband Bernard in tow.

The wind from charging knights passing nearly blew her hat off as Marie gripped it with a gloved hand, she felt entirely out of place in this bizarre medieval spectacle. Bernard for his part was enjoying the entertainment, Mr Linz was a balding 50 something legal attache with horn-rim spectacles and a prominent belly, he was more used to late nights at the security ministry then the fresh air and pomp of a diplomatic visit. he seemed to be enjoying every minute of it.

'Amazing! Sehr Gut!' Bernard roared as the two knights clashed

Bernard always got into the spirit of any occasion, it was one of the things that endeared him to Marie most, she was glad to have him by her side, she would have felt rather adrift on her own.

'I wonder if the food will be as impressive!' Bernard chuckled as he polished his glasses

'It can't be any worse than the Essalanean dinner' Marie said with a warm smile

The Grilled marmot clan Karg served had been sufficient to ensure both Mr and Mrs Linz felt disinclined towards meat for months afterwards, nothing should ever be served with the face still present.

'Let's just hope they are as eager to exchange business details as culture' Marie said optimistically
 

Dillon Honore

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As foreign dignitaries begin arriving, the Regunalian Honor Guard Band arrives right on time from the guard barracks and takes its place around the King's Hallway. As if on queue, the Royal Heralds raise their bugles to their lips and their bugles cut a thunderous roar that echoes through the room. Immediately afterward, the Honor Guard Drummers begin setting a beat to which trumpeters, flutists, violinists and musicians of all kinds join in. At this point, the Honor Guardsmen that had been lining the entrance enter the Palace itself and each line up shoulder-to-shoulder and take a knee facing the King's Hallway. The Royal Ministers take off their hats, face the King's Hallway, and salute. Finally, the Regunalian Flag is removed from the entrance and the man of the hour is revealed: His Esteemed Majesty King Leonidas Thornton, with 8 Honor Guardsmen following closely behind. These guardsmen, in particular, have a special honor: they are the King's Hand, those in charge of the safety of the king himself.

King Leonidas is wearing a neatly pressed, light grey, military-style dress shirt with a ribbon rack displaying the various ribbons and medals he has earned throughout his distinguished military career, a tradition long held. The King's black mustache and beard are clean-shaven, and the crown sits at its rightful place atop his head. From his gold tasseled pauldrons hangs a white cape with the Regunalian Royal Achievement emblazoned on the back that covers the front of the King's shoulders as well. There was a quiet confidence about him. He knew he had the skills to make a good impression for the good of Regunalia. The music softens as he shakes hands with each of the Royal Ministers in turn. The time has come for Regunalia to engage in global diplomacy. "My fellow esteemed heads of state, I thank you for answering my call to engage in diplomacy for the purposes of prosperity and friendship for all those involved. I invite you to sit, enjoy the show, and sample the finest that Regunalian cuisine can offer. Any matters of state and diplomacy may be addressed to me, or to my esteemed ministers you see around me. That being said, relax, enjoy yourselves, and may this first experience of Regunalian culture be a pleasant one."
 
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"Isn't it heavy? How can they manage moving in that?"

"I think it requires training... A lot of it."

Dalisay and Candi watched the knights in the arena. They gawked and pointed at every little thing they caught with their sight, and giggled when they mistook it for something else. Meanwhile, Rajesh and Jejomar looked around the dinning room, glancing at their fellow guests who have arrived so far (though they were actually looking for a waiter).

When things started to slow down, the King of Regunalia finally made his awaited appearance. All eyes and ears were on that one person in his regal and martial resplendence as head of state. It seemed common for monarchs, mostly men, to associate themselves in close affinity, and sometimes inseparable, the links between the power he represents and his country's armed forces. At the end of the royal greetings, everyone applauded the King's speech and carried on as they were.

This time, Rajesh and Jejomar paid special attention to one person in particular.

Rajesh and Jejomar eyed their regal host from bottom to top, focused what sits on the top. Rajesh said, "Other than queens and princesses...it's the first time I've seen a king wear a crown to a state dinner."

"Oo." Jejomar nodded, "I think you meant tiaras, but it does seem rather...out of place. Perhaps the men here wear jewelry just as normally as women do?"

"Ah. Maybe it is!" Rajesh's eyes brightened up, "Just like home!"

Grinning, Jejomar leaned in to Rajesh's ear. He suggestively whispered, "Baka rumarampa Ang Kanyang Kamahalan."

Rajesh and Jejomar laughed. Too loud, in fact, it earned the familiar ire of the First Lady and the Minister's wife who both glared daggers at them. They saw each other, one to his rightful wife, and the men settled it with a wave and a smile. They called to them, almost in unison, "Paumanhin!"

Now they had some fun in the beginning of this evening, Rajesh cleared his head of any thought of entertainment and ascertained himself, remembering the duties that is present and needs fulfilling. He looked at Jejomar and, almost immediately, he nodded when it became apparent. To make sure they do understand each other, Rajesh nodded back.

"So, Mister President. Who shall we talk to first?" Jejomar asked.

Rajesh took a quick scan of the dignitaries and smiled when he found who he is looking for. He eagerly suggested, "What about Thane Eiderwig? Imagine the stories he can tell!"

Jejomar chuckled one out, but it nearly sounded like a snort. "Yes, quite right. But that isn't advisable."

"Why not?" Rajesh frowned, narrowing his eyes. What could be the reason for such a sad advice? If anything, this would also be an experience for them personally. Rajesh if Jejomar would not.

"Because the only person you'll satisfy this evening would be The Thane." Jejomar said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Rajesh shot his eyes wide open and nearly chocked on his saliva as he nervously gulped it down. He was shocked at what Jejomar just said. What in Bathala's enlightening rays does that suppose to mean? If it really means what it supposed to mean-

"Oh." Jejomar reacted, and made it apparent to Rajesh in Jejomar's raised eyebrows, that his intended meaning has been lost.

Jejomar cleared his throat and said, "Oh no, no, no, no. That wasn't what I said. I was just trying to bring up government practice on these situations."

"Ahh." Rajesh sighed, shaking his head in relief and grinned at how he understood that, thankful Jejomar meant it differently. But one question lingers in his mind, now that something else has also became apparent.

"Wait...government practice?" Rajesh tilted his head at Jejomar.

Jejomar raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly. "Yes...government practice, Mister President. In state dinners, coronations, gatherings of this scale and importance, involving so many international dignitaries, naturally require a certain degree of prioritization... Don't you know that?"

"Of course, I do! I'm the President!" Rajesh declared, before he could stop words from slipping out of his mouth. "No-I-don't-know-anything-about-it-tell-me-now. Please."

"Well, it's simple really. It only involves two steps. First, we evaluate the relationship between our country and a dignitary's country. If they're allies or friends, we avoid them-"

"Wait, why avoid them?" Rajesh interjected.

Jejomar licked his lips. "Unlike summits, discussions in these events are usually impromptu. Which means we really mean what we say, whereas in scripted events we don't really mean what we say. Summits and the like are mostly for PR and the prestige of the host nation, but the spotlight could be shared if the attending nations were few in number."

Rajesh stared blankly at Jejomar.

Jejomar ignored it and continued, "So if we say something bad to an ally it might impose unforeseen ramificatons on our country. All because they thought we actually mean it... True for most of the time. That's why it's better to talk to our enemies than risk destroying advantageous ties."

"Yes..." Rajesh nodded. "I think I'm starting to understand it now. So what's the second step?"

Jejomar stretched his hand and pointed an open palm at all their fellow guests. "We now identify which of them would be instrumental to put in more than a good word for us in their government."

"That part sounds easy!" Rajesh beamed. "Let's do it!"

Smiling at each other in their common understanding, or at least that is how one sees it and hopefully it is the case. Jejomar began, "Looking at all the representatives here, I am confident to say none of them are our allies or friends. Though it would have been preferred if we have our enemies: The pariah states, nations bent on world domination, and, most importantly, the socialists... I suppose these...countries will do for now."

"Enemies..." Rajesh did not like the sound of that word. "Is this our foreign policy?"

Jejomar shook his head. "No. But we all know that so it's unofficial. We need to pretend we don't actually have enemies."

Rajesh smiled. "So we could make more friends and allies in the grand brotherhood of free nations? To unite democracies heirs in spirit of those who gave us the freedoms and rights supposedly endowed on all of us as human beings, under our common goal for world peace? For the good of all mankind?"

Jejomar frowned. "No, of course not! It's so we could make more money for the economy. War is bad for business."

Rajesh was...shook.

"Um... So going back to my original question, why not The Thane? He must be a very important person after his time in the FNU. And why isn't Prydania a friend to Lawston? We watched and saw the war that ravaged their country. We were moved to tears and mine certainly dropped. Me and my family... Why- I...I take this personally! I can't fathom the idea of looking at them in the eye and tell myself they're not our friends."

Jejomar raised his hands. "Raj, you're not going to face a Prydanian: The Thane is nothing more than a royal representing his country and king, in this case his cousin, and at best, perhaps, their military, but what can they do and what's it to us. Consider also the fact that the Kingdom of Prydania is a constitutional monarchy. He's no more powerful than King Tobias, or the Emperor-Shalit of Iraelia, or you-"

Rajesh stepped back and glared at Jejomar. "Me...!?"

"Oh, no." Jejomar waved denial with his hands. "That was a mistake. I was very indiscreet."

Rajesh dropped his mouth open.

"-And wrong!" Jejomar hastily added, nearly shouting before he put his hand on his mouth and remembered where they are again.

Rajesh looked away and gulped a deep breath. He took a moment to look at everyone. "Tsk... What about Princess Alice of Sil Dorsett?"

Jejomar looked at Rajesh and then at Princess Alice standing quite near but still too far for her to hear or even notice them. Jejomar huffed. "She's got power as Co-Princess of the Principality, but she's only got face value from what I know. In terms of influence, scaling that with the power she uses, not even too far up from The Thane. If it was Princess Claidie, we would seriously consider going over there by now."

Rajesh nodded. "So it's either President- Er... I mean, Prime Minister Linz of Hessunland or our royal host. Should we evaluate which one first?"

Without saying another word, Jejomar sighed as he led the way to King Leonidas. Of course, Rajesh understood who will obviously be first. He just wanted to hear what Jejomar would advice. Leonidas is the host and, therefore, he is the first person everybody here should talk to, or at least greet if conversation is an inconvenience to the King. Rajesh followed right behind Jejomar.

Seeing their husbands have moved away, Dalisay and Candi caught up with them and they took their arms again, ready to present themselves to the leader of this strange country.

"Magandang gabi po! Good evening, Your Majesty! I am Rajesh Dalisay, President of Lawston. Pangulo ng Haring Bayang Kalatogan." Rajesh greeted and offered his hand.
 
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King Leonidas is whispering to one of the Palace Staff as Rajesh approaches, this particular staff member hurries off into the kitchen. King Leonidas hears Rajesh's greeting and the King turns round to face him. "Pax Vobis, Mr. President. I hope you are enjoying yourself." King Leonidas says as he meets Rajesh's hand with his own white-gloved hand. In the background, various waiters and similar Palace Staff begin spilling out of the kitchen carrying platters of drinks of various kinds. One of them sees the King talking to President Rajesh and approaches, but dares not interrupt the conversation. The jousts are completed for the night, and a champion crowned. The Royal Arena becomes busy with staff members taking down the jousting partition in preparation for the duels to come. Additional palace staff pour out of the kitchen with various appetizers. The King's Hand idly stands by the King, rifles pointing upward, butts on the floor.
 

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Rajesh smiled.

Looking at the King closely, an air of peculiarity grounds Rajesh in a state of...suppressed entertainment. Something was, in the lack of better words, prominently exotic and certainly bizarre in this state of affairs. The King may not be exempt from it, but whether that is the case or not, Rajesh turned to Jejomar. "This is Jejomar Adlawan, Minister of Foreign Affairs."

Jejomar bowed. He also smiled. "Magandang gabi, Your Majesty. We look forward with excitement in the duration of our stay here."

Rajesh looked at Dalisay. They shared a knowing grin with each other. "This is my wife, Dalisay. She's actually the real person in charge. I'm just a puppet."

They laughed, heartily when it came with Dalisay, but Jejomar probably laughed the hardest. It almost sounded like there is something else to whatever that is he is laughing at.

"Half-truth!" Jejomar chuckled out.

Rajesh jerked his head. He looked at Jejomar with a narrowed eye.

"Ah, uh." Jejomar raised a finger. "And half-lie!"

At the King, Dalisay rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Allow me to reassure Your Majesty of the fact that just because I've been spearheading renovations in the Presidential Palace, doesn't change the fact that I've always been dependent on my husband's executive prerogative. One of the few things I get to be known for."

Rajesh looked right next to Dalisay, between her and Jejomar. "And this is Jejomar's wife, Candi."

Candi curtsied. "Malaking pasasalamat po sa inyong pag-aanya sa amin. Isa pong malaking karalangan itong pagbisita at pagkilala sayo, Kamahalan, dito sa Regunalia."

Rajesh made a funny-frowny face at Candi. His lips scrunched open to reveal hus teeth gritting inside his mouth. "I hope we're not going to need a translator the entire evening because I am not going to. I know I'm President, but as head of state I don't think I'm obligated by our principles of multiculturalism and become multilingual."

Candi snorted. She tossed her head at Jejomar. "We have the Minister of Foreign Affairs. He's supposed to know two or ten languages." She looked at Jejomar. "Hindi ba, mahal? Magsalita ka nga ng Suchari."

"Bevakupha! Shant rahiye."

And they laughed.

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"Malaking pasasalamat po sa inyong pag-aanya sa amin. Isa pong malaking karalangan itong pagbisita at pagkilala sayo, Kamahalan, dito sa Regunalia."
Many thanks for your invitation to us. It is a great honor this visit and our meeting with you, Your Majesty, here in Regunalia.

"Hindi ba, mahal? Magsalita ka nga ng Suchari."
Isn't it, dear? You should speak in Suchari.

"Bevakupha! Shant rahiye."
Idiot! Keep calm.
 
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King Leonidas motions to State Minister Neal Peterson, who comes over and stands beside the King. "A pleasure to meet you all." King Leonidas says as he takes a slight bow. "Standing beside me is Minister Neal Peterson, the Regunalian Minister of State, and resident expert on all matters external. Neal Peterson bows respectfully in response, but dares not interrupt the King. "I truly wish that Queen Kathryn could have joined us this evening, but-", the King is cut off by the timely entrance of the Queen in an elegant dark green dress.

Queen Kathryn: "But what dear? I am just as capable of diplomacy, and just as adept with these state events as you are."
King Leonidas: "No my love, it's not that, it's just-"
Queen Kathryn: "Just what? Do you honestly want to do this alone? We promised each other we'd work as a team, for the good of the Kingdom."
King Leonidas: "Of course dear, but you've been so busy lately, I thought you would like some time to yourself."
Queen Kathryn: "Hogwash, I love these sort of occasions, you know I'm an extrovert."
King Leonidas: "Alright my queen, together it is." King Leonidas snaps his fingers to get a palace servant's attention, whispers to the palace servant, and within minutes, a chair identical to that of King Leonidas is brought out from a back room and placed alongside King Leonidas's seat at the table.
King Leonidas: "President, Minister, please, sit, enjoy the show, the main course should be coming out any minute now."

As if on cue, cooks begin spilling out of the kitchen with various spits of meat, fillets, casseroles, salads, quiches, and all kinds of high society food that can be found all across Regunalia, each dish having a small card attached on which is the name of the dish in Mercanti, and what region it came from. At the same time, in the Royal Arena, the last part of the jousting partition is broken down and put away as 2 swordsmen come out in full plate armor, one with a blue cape, the other with a red cape. The swordsman with the blue cape carries a hand-and-a-half sword and a heater shield, while the swordsman with the red cape carries an Arming Sword and buckler. The two cross swords, take 5 paces back, and the duel begins.
King Leonidas (to Rajesh): "Tu loqueris umbrialica: praeses?" (Do you speak umbrial, President?)
 
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