Pelasgia
Established Nation
Great Palace of Propontis, Propontis, Theme of Phryxaea
30 February 1956
The weather in Propontis had steadiy been getting warmer, with the fog of late winter getting thinner by the day. The early morning sun rose above the Golden Horn like every day, giving the waters near Propontis a golden colour. Andronikos looked out the window of the Palace's Hall of the Ambassadors, a great hall surrounded by ornate Corinthian columns, named so because the Emperors would hold their diplomatic meetings with foreign emissaries there. Andronikos was almost stereotypically Euxenian in the way he looked, having pale skin, green eyes and light brown to red hair. Yet his face was not like that of the other Komnenoi, since he had inherited the features of his mother, who was a member the House of Laskaris' Nymphaean branch. He was not a particularly tall man, being of average height for Pelasgians, if not slightly less than average. His naval officer's uniform, Dark Blue and Gold, was certainly impressive, filled with decorations and monarchic symbols, though he himself always preffered more simple clothes, such as suits. Protocol however dictated that he wear his uniform, as anything less might have been considered an insult to the Justinian ambassadors. he could not help but think of the recent attack in the capital. That visit at the hospital was particularly unsettling; everyone smiled at him, he felt like he gave them courage by just being there.... yet he felt like he had failed them. If only I had listened to the Marshal's advice last year he thought. The voice of the Minister of Foreign Affairs pulled him out of his thoughts.
«Μεγαλειότατε, οἱ Ἰουστίνιοι ἐκπρόσωποι ἐλεύσονται συντόμως.»
"Your Majesty, the Justinian representatives shall be here momentarily."
He nodded in acceptance.
«Εὐχαριστῶ σέ, Ἰωάννη.»
"Thank you, Ioannis."
It wasn't like he would really take part in the negotiations. He was just there to welcome the delegation, as an honour of sorts. Most of the actual negotiating would be done by the men who were already sitting around the table: Aristophanis Theatrikos, the Minister of Culture, Ioannis Argyropoulos, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and, of course, Efstratios Kantakouzinos, the Prime Minister. He had also wanted to invite Marshal Irakleios Artopoiopoulos, but the man had lost his wife in the recent attack and he did not want to put much strain on him. Iraklis Velissariou, the Minister of Defence came in his stead.
The Emperor moved to the table and sat down at the central seat, flanked by the Ministers, while everyone patiently awaited the arrival of the Justinians.
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30 February 1956
The weather in Propontis had steadiy been getting warmer, with the fog of late winter getting thinner by the day. The early morning sun rose above the Golden Horn like every day, giving the waters near Propontis a golden colour. Andronikos looked out the window of the Palace's Hall of the Ambassadors, a great hall surrounded by ornate Corinthian columns, named so because the Emperors would hold their diplomatic meetings with foreign emissaries there. Andronikos was almost stereotypically Euxenian in the way he looked, having pale skin, green eyes and light brown to red hair. Yet his face was not like that of the other Komnenoi, since he had inherited the features of his mother, who was a member the House of Laskaris' Nymphaean branch. He was not a particularly tall man, being of average height for Pelasgians, if not slightly less than average. His naval officer's uniform, Dark Blue and Gold, was certainly impressive, filled with decorations and monarchic symbols, though he himself always preffered more simple clothes, such as suits. Protocol however dictated that he wear his uniform, as anything less might have been considered an insult to the Justinian ambassadors. he could not help but think of the recent attack in the capital. That visit at the hospital was particularly unsettling; everyone smiled at him, he felt like he gave them courage by just being there.... yet he felt like he had failed them. If only I had listened to the Marshal's advice last year he thought. The voice of the Minister of Foreign Affairs pulled him out of his thoughts.
«Μεγαλειότατε, οἱ Ἰουστίνιοι ἐκπρόσωποι ἐλεύσονται συντόμως.»
"Your Majesty, the Justinian representatives shall be here momentarily."
He nodded in acceptance.
«Εὐχαριστῶ σέ, Ἰωάννη.»
"Thank you, Ioannis."
It wasn't like he would really take part in the negotiations. He was just there to welcome the delegation, as an honour of sorts. Most of the actual negotiating would be done by the men who were already sitting around the table: Aristophanis Theatrikos, the Minister of Culture, Ioannis Argyropoulos, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and, of course, Efstratios Kantakouzinos, the Prime Minister. He had also wanted to invite Marshal Irakleios Artopoiopoulos, but the man had lost his wife in the recent attack and he did not want to put much strain on him. Iraklis Velissariou, the Minister of Defence came in his stead.
The Emperor moved to the table and sat down at the central seat, flanked by the Ministers, while everyone patiently awaited the arrival of the Justinians.
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