An Exile's Ball: Princess Rebecca's 16th Birthday Debutante Ball[All Royal Families Invited]

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  1. Eiffelland

    Eiffelland Well-Known Member

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    Right after the dinner had ended, Ludwig and Sebastiano had gone to the balcony to discuss. Ludwig wanted to try to make Sebastiano a bit less tensed, but he didn’t really succeed in that. What Ludwig understood, was that Sebastiano was afraid of his older brother Horace. Ludwig didn’t know Horace very well. He only knew the macho outside, but was that indicative of Horace’s stance towards homosexuality? One of Ludwig’s brothers would probably joke that Sebastiano’s homosexuality would be a very good occasion to lift all the laws against homosexuality in Talemantros. Ludwig himself could have made that remark as well, but he knew that Sebastiano would not value it at this moment.
    Ludwig and Sebastiano were still discussing when the Danish prince Christian passed through the balcony doors. They had witnessed the complete scene between the Danish prince and the Potenzan countess and had remained silent during that. When Christian and Francesca left the balcony, Ludwig and Sebastiano began to talk again.

    “That’s going to be a night for them,” Ludwig commented.
    “Indeed,” Sebastiano said. “What will the people think if we suddenly enter the room from the balcony? Especially what will Horace think?”
    “We’ll just enter the room when nobody is watching,” Ludwig said. “But there is one thing I am asking myself. I hardly know Horace, but to what extent do you know him? To what extent do you know what he really thinks behind that macho façade?”

    Sebastiano remained silent.

    Ludwig himself was also doubting about the future. He had seen quite some strange actions from Sebastiano’s grandfather, the Emperor of Talemantros. And also some strange trains of thought from that same person. Ludwig had a diplomatic passport, but how much would that be worth if he would be caught napping with Sebastiano in Talemantros? The increasing Kievan influence in Talemantros would not make it easier for gays over there, either. Ludwig seriously doubted if he would dare to visit Sebastiano in Talemaniki, even given the fact that he had already done so during the summer holidays, which Sebastiano had always spent with his family. The police in Talemantros was probably something else than the empty‑headed skinheads he sometimes fought against in Eiffelland.
    In any case, the situation with Sebastiano’s family began to become a strain to their relationship. They had their first serious quarrel over the war between Talemantros and Altai. That quarrel had more or less settled, but had also dragged the two guys’ future after the school exams into the spotlight. Both guys would have to serve, and Sebastiano would have to return to a country where homosexuality was prohibited and a family that did everything to keep his homosexuality a secret to the Talemantine.

    “Sebastiano, after the school exams, you will return to a country that has laws against you and a family that rejects you. At least that part of you that determines who you are to a very large extent. According to me, that is the reason why you are afraid of your brother,” Ludwig said.

    Sebastiano remained silent.

    “Why don’t you try to convince your grandfather to let you study in Eiffelland? It will give you five more years,” Ludwig said.

    Because Ludwig and Sebastiano were talking to each other at the balcony, they completely missed the Corsican King’s entrance. But that entrance was impossible to miss for anyone in the ballroom. Also the Eiffellandian crown‑prince Friedrich saw what was happening. He had to grin a bit about how prince Christian wanted to say that he was Prince Christian from Danmark but actually said that he was the Christian prince of Danmark, as if all the other Danish princes were pagans, Muslims, Jews or atheists. Also Friedrich was annoyed about the way the Corsican king had entered the party, but he would never show that. The fact that the Eiffellandian royals could perfectly hide their feelings was helpful again.

    “Come Laura,” crown-prince Friedrich said to his wife, “let’s help Sweyn out.” And the two went to King Jean‑Pierre of Corsica. They were introduced by the Danish crown‑prince Sweyn.

    Bon soir, votre majesté. Aussi au nom de ma femme, je peux vous dire que nous sommes très enchantés de vous rencontrer ici,” Friedrich said when he was introduced. He spoke French fluently, and only people whose mother tongue was French could hear that Friedrich’s mother tongue was not French.

    OOC: Translation:
    Bon soir, votre majesté. Aussi au nom de ma femme, je peux vous dire que nous sommes très enchantés de vous rencontrer ici = Good evening, your majesty. Also on behalf of my wife, I can say that we are very pleased to meet you here.
     
  2. Corsica

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    After having a nice conversation about the alcohol being served at the ball with the Crown Prince Sweyn, the Crown Prince Friedrich and his wife walked over and was introduced to the King. Jean-Pierre knew that they thought he was an ass like the royal brothers of Danmark did, but what's new? "I would say it's a pleasure to meet you in German, but I am sure you would laugh at how bad it is. Now where's another drink, ah ha there it is." He grabbed his third drink from a servan, but this time he decided to drink it slowly.

    Jean Pierre looked down beside him and smiled at his 9 year old daughter, who no one really noticed because she basically hung on the King's pants everywhere they go. "Have you met my daughter, Princess Alexandrie? Her mother and I were only 19 when she was born and the poor girl's mother died while giving birth to her; it was a tragedy, I really loved that woman." He took the drink that he was going to drink slowly and downed it. "Sorry when I drink I get a little down. I would have left little Alix back at the palace in Avignon, but she won't leave my side, she always worries about daddy." Jean-Pierre looked back down at Alix and said, " why don't you go say hello to Princess Rebecca dear while daddy mingles."

    Princess Alix slowly walked towards Princess Rebecca and said, "Hello, my name is Princess Alexandrie, but you can call me Alix. You're party is really pretty."
     
  3. Eiffelland

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    "Don't worry about your German, Your Majesty. We Eiffellandians know our foreign languages," Prince Friedrich said heartily. He had the feeling that he had misjudged the Corsican king. Indeed, the man sucked all the attention to him, and that was irritating, but on second thought it seemed that the man's behaviour was more the result of his insecurity than a demonstration of his character. But the fact that his wife had died at such a young age must have been traumatic. Friedrich had seen what happened to his brother Johann after the latter’s girlfriend died. There was enough reason to positively rejudge the Corsican king.

    “How do you like it?” Prince Wolfgang asked his older brother Prince Johann.
    “Well, Christian seducing two women, among others the débutante, Philip who boozes up, the Corsican king entering... And now I’m asking if Rebecca’s début will remain limited to the official part or will be extended to a sexual début by Christian, with or without that Potenzan countess,” Johann grinned. “And look, now it’s not only Rebecca’s début,” he added while pointing at the young Corsican princess.
    “But where are Ludwig and Sebastiano?” Wolfgang asked.
    “What would two horny gays do together?” Johann grinned.
    “Normally I would know the answer, although not from personal experience, but I doubt whether you’re correct now. Sebastiano was quite nervous today, and the main reason for that could be his brothers,” Wolfgang said.
    “Then it would be better if Horace and Luciano don’t find Sebastiano and Ludwig. I’ll go to Horace, you and Antonia will go to Luciano,” Johann said. “We’ll keep the two talking until Ludwig and Sebastiano are back again. Hopefully with their clothes still in order.”
    “OK,” Wolfgang said. While he waited for Antonia to return from the bathroom, Johann walked to Horace.

    Saluti, Horace, come stai?” Johann asked jovially to Prince Horace. As a preparation for the war in Solaren, he had got a crash course Italian, but actually now was the first opportunity that he could use his Italian skills, although they were limited.


    OOC: Translation:
    Saluti, Horace, come stai? = Hello, Horace, how are you?
     
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    OOC: I'm personally holding off on responding until Havenshire does show, or shows some signs of life. As it stands, this is his thread, and we've had almost three or four pages of stuff he could respond to, without him doing so. I figure it's only fair to him.

    EDIT (still OOC): But if others want to keep posting, go ahead. I'm speaking about my personal conviction, not telling others what to do

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  5. Potenza

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    OOC: Awe fudge it.

    The Torriani countess pursed her lips, her brow furrowing as the Danish prince departed from her - right on the dance floor - to head towards Rebecca. It was clear he did it to make her jealous, and she had to give him some credit that he had learned the art of court teasing and subtlety. In some respects it had work, but it had also made Francesca slightly offended. He had left her, in the middle of the ball room, by herself, clearly snubbing her before the rest of many of the world's monarchs.

    It was then that the entire ball was interrupted by...

    "Introducing his Most Catholic Majesty, the Holy King Jean-Pierre VII of Corsica, God's Chosen Defender of the Faith and the Holy See."

    Count Niccolo and Duke Guido turned and watched as the Corsican king stepped in and declared to the room, "Sorry if I am late, God's plan has many twists and turns."

    "Was he invited?" Niccolo asked his partner.

    "Not that I'm aware of," Guido replied.

    Niccolo raised an eyebrow, "How did he get past the guards...?"

    The Corsican king looked to Prince Christian and stated, "Sorry about cutting in line. You look like that you need a drink or maybe a woman, they're both the same, it's all fun and games at first, but in the end it kicks you in the ass." As he chugged down the drink, Prospero and Lia - who were still on the ball room floor mid-step - smirked to one another. The Cornaro duke remarked quietly:

    "Corsica is well represented today, I suppose."

    Lia giggled and patted her husband on the shoulder, "Could you imagine Eldizio acting in such a manner?"

    "I think Aldone would have him sleeping on the royal couch for a week if he did."

    As Christian returned to Francesca, he found her smirking at him, her arms crossed under her neckline as she studied his return with her dark eyes. When he drew near, she said coolly:

    "I am sorry to see your words with Her Havenshire Highness have been interrupted. Unfortunately, I have grown tired, and will have to retire for the night. I bid thee farewell."

    She gave a curtsy, lowering her upper body more than was proper, intentionally giving the prince a better view down her dress - as if to silently say, This is denied to you tonight. She turned away and began to walk away, again running a finger across the broadness of her chest. Without another word she was leaving for the Potenzan limos, a smile across her red lips. The prince had tried to show that he was in command - indeed, he perhaps believed he was - but in Potenza, it was the women who held the command, and it was they who chose whether or not the man would receive what he desired. Christian was used to getting what he wanted...but tonight he would probably be dismayed to realized that something he had greatly desired would be ultimately denied.

    At least...for now. Francesca had Christian in her hand, and she intended to keep him there for some time.
     
  6. Danmark

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    With an alluring panache and exquisite style, Francesca had restored her control over the errant Danish prince in such a curt fashion. She was clearly not to be messed with. Christian suddenly realised his spontaneously hatched plan to prove how much she really wanted him had come crashing down and now she was leaving him. He looked onwards aghast, his eyes opening wide in horror at what was happening and his mouth falling ajar, as she drifted off to the awaiting Potenzan limousine, engine at the ready to whisk her off from him.

    He wasn't sure what do to next - all this was new to him and he struggled. He held his right hand to his head and rubbed it in an outward demonstration of his desperate angst and sighed. Normally women fell at his feet, but this was uncharted territory. Thoughts quickly flickered across his mind as to how he could remedy the disaster. Should he be sweet and suave and get her to change her mind? Should he turn on the magnetic sexual allure that clearly was a draw for so many women - and some men, apparently - so she could not resist the frission of excitement? Or should he just plead? The latter looked rather desperate and normally he was beneath such unseemly behaviour. But this woman had him hanging like a loose chad, helpless. He sincerely wanted her in so many ways beyond his usual one track mind when meeting the fair sex. She was, as the evening's events had unfurled, likely to the making of him. She had the power to turn the unruly playboy into something greater than that and he knew it.

    He glared in the direction of King Jean-Pierre VII of Corsica and felt an intense anger directed at the person of this dimunitive, arrogant, uneducated and generally ignorant 'sub-royal' so-called 'king' for derailing his grand plan and for being such the 'prick' that he seemed to be, clearly not a proper and dignified monarch at all - a king in name only. He had insulted a son of the Great Danish king afterall and that was intolerable. If he had not been a king, the angry side of Prince Christian would have been demonstrated in no uncertain fashion - he would pin the Holy King, as he styled himself, to the wall by the neck and knock the block off the man. He would have sorely lost any battle of brute strength - Christian would have seen to that. If Christiansborg had ordered the immasculation and bombing the shit out of Corsica and had invaded the pathetic and pompous excuse of a country and taken it over it might not be such a bad thing, the thought erupting into his thoughts.

    "Sorry", he turned to Crown Prince Sweyn, "I must go after her".

    He walked quickly following in the wake of the Countess as she drifted off towards her carriage of transport and spoke to her on the steps of the Mortimersburg Palace, a light rain falling down upon their heads.

    "Have I offended you? I sincerely did not mean to, I mean that."

    He raked through his mind for the rudimentary Tiburan - the language of Potenza - that he had been taught in a desperate attempt to impress the object of his affection.

    "Il mio amore, per favore non adante. Io sono solo un precipe danese fiero e stupido, perdonami. Ho bisogno di te e, posso dire, ti amo - con tutto il cuore. Vuoi dire molto per me. Non posso vivere senza di te. Si prega di rimanere".

    ("My love, please don't go. I'm just a proud and silly Danish prince, forgive me. I need you and, can I say, I love you - with all my heart. You mean so much to me, and I cannot live without you. Please stay".)

    He looked at her deep into her eyes. But being the man that he was, he could not help his eyes staying downwards towards her voluptuous cleavage which held him in suspense. His eyes closed as he dreamt of being closer to them in privacy where he could snuggle in her ready-made nest, away from this dastard ball.But, whilst she looked at him with sincerity and a certain degree of reciprocation of passion, she had iron will - far more than he had. Metaphorically speaking, she had his gonads in her hand and was toying with them in such a way to keep him going. It was irresistible. Nevertheless, she clamboured into her car and bid him farewell with a knowing 'until next time' look and smile. Christian looked on helplessly, choked by a lump in his throat and tears welling in his handsome Danish-blue eyes as he watched her be carried away down the long avenue and away from the palace. A tear made it's way down his cheek, the light dashing of rain drops upon his face carrying away his tears. He sat on the steps and held his head in his hands and sighed yet again, but deeply. Alone.
     

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