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George shook his head, smiling slightly. "Of course, Lady Livingston." She was just as interesting as he remembered.
Sighing heavily, he leaned back. George was pretty sure that there weren't anymore guests for him to greet—today, that is.
"Your highness," addressed the servant, bowing, "Sir Gerard Aodh Adair has arrived. I believe he is headed to the gardens." A frown of disapproval appeared on the old man's face—clearly unappreciative of the breach in protocol.
Again, George didn't really care. Gerard was his closest friend; he didn't give a pence to protocol in his case. "Oh? Excellent!" George adjusted his coat and began walking.
"Your Highness?" the servant called, confusion and irritation blending together. "May I know where you are headed to?"
"To greet Gerard, of course." George smiled, almost deviously. "I am supposed to be greeting all the guests, correct?" He ignored the spluttering of the servant and walked quickly to the garden. It didn't take him long to find Gerard; his friend was beside the prized "sunset roses."
"Gerard!" he called out. "Some friend you are, not even saying hello!" George grinned as he approached the blond nobleman. "How have you been?" he greeted warmly.
"Hey bud!" Gerard answered, walking along the blue blood at a tranquil pace. "Or should I say, Your Majesty King of Valade? That didn't take too long, didn't it?" Gerard chuckled lightly as he picked his friend on his weak spot. The young earl then looked for something to scratch around his neck and only then he acknowledged that he forgot his favorite accessory. He took the white, candid and worked piece of cloth and wrapped it around his neck, finally stroking it proudly. "I almost forgot to wear my cravat! Good thing you reminded me..."
Ah, Will, what a person to befriend! Back then, just a shy boy wearing royal clothing and hiding behind the cloak of the father and now he who will hold the bridles of the Kingdom...after a marriage, of course! Gerard always thought that he knew the Prince too well: a reserved figure with admiration to spare, intellect blazing in the eyes, strength in words but not strong enough to say them. That changed when his brother the heir died and he flipped from a silent wind to a strong storm, destined to lead a kingdom. And Gerard was sure that, no personality in the Kingdom was fit for the role aside George himself.
"...hmpf! Met the aspiring queens yet? Any preference? Or "imposed" preferences?" Gerard started to storm the Prince with questions, he who would soon be the center of that universe known as royalty.
Meanwhile, Aleksa's travels around the royal home of Valade eventually brought her, Freya and Ivan to the gardens, during which she had managed to figure out a potential escape route in the event of a fire, or even... aggressive negotiations. The trio's walking pace had slowed to a casual stroll at this point as they took the time to enjoy the scenery and the outside air.
They stopped when they heard voices up ahead, one of them being that of the prince. Turned out he was talking with someone very familiar to him. A close friend, perhaps. It was good to have ones who were trustworthy, Aleksa thought to herself as she and her bodyguards maintained a respectful distance from the prince and his associate, allowing their conversation to run its course. With none of the other suitors in sight, perhaps the Silver Hand would be able to get a chance to speak with the prince of Valade in private before the ball started.
"Princess Anastasia Silverstone of Pennyhill." She said with a curtsy to the other princess. She watched as Victorine spoke in charge. She smiled towards them both and looked at them with a smile.
"I would love too but I was busy finishing a book. And I am not that much in for spar but maybe another time?" She said with a smile towards the other princess that she had no idea why she would ask a question like that anyway. But she was honored at the fact the other people wanted to do something with her.
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"Well, Dheva said she would come separately. You know her. She wont have problems travelling alone. She might show up shortly before the ball starts." One guy said. Roza then replied: "She better. And I expect her in her good attire. I don't want her wandering around the ball in blood splattered plate armor."
They finally got to the garden and spotted an open area to spar. Upon impact of the hammer, it cracked the stone ground a bit. "Oops. Better be more careful with that here." Roza said.
George rolled his eyes, unable to help the smirk. "No preferences yet. I've only been introduced to a few. Though I have met a few interesting people. The leaders of Austron and Shurete, the crown princesses of Pennyhill and Tessar, to name a few." He paused, running through the mental list of visitors. "Oh! And Lady Livingston is in attendance, as well. Have you met her?"
The prince noticed movement from the corner of his eye. He turned to see an elegant woman accompanied by two bodyguards. Aleksa Kinova of Austron, if he wasn't mistaken. George looked back to his friend. It would be rude to simply ignore the leader--and guest of another country.
He stepped forward and bowed in the lady's direction. "Your Majesty," he said, loud enough to be hard but soft enough to be polite. "It is a pleasure to see you again." George proceeded to introduce his closest friend. "This is Ser Gerard Adair, from the Rochdale province of Valade. Gerard, this is the Queen of Austron, Aleksa Kinova."
George smiled. "Are you enjoying the gardens?" Valade's royal gardens were quite famous. His country's climate was mild enough for most plants, and the seasons were fairly temperate.
"Huh, Livingston you said? Wish it would ring a bell, though it usually gets rusty, this bell." Gerard knocked his temple lightly "Plus, where the heck is Shurete to begin with? And what kind of name is Pennyhill!" Gerard chuckled again, winking his left eye while descreetly poking the Prince with his elbow "Anyhow! Tangent!" He started off, only to notice that Will had turned toward quite an austere, awe-inspiring woman. She...wasn't exactly what Gerard would have expected from a lady coming from faraway to court one of the most influential men of the whole world, not by a long shot... "Queen of Austron, eh?" Gerard smirked and bowed his head: "It is my pleasure to meet such a prestigious lady." Gerard replied and looked around once again "Call me Jelly by the way." He added, smiling childishly while adjusting his cravat.
When Gerard spoke, and told Aleksa to simply call him Jelly, the princess actually showed confusion for a brief moment before regaining her composure. "...I'd rather not, thank you," she replied warily. As first impressions went, this was probably not the greatest of introductions. Maybe this Gerard was just playing dumb? Regardless, she would have to spend a little more time in his company if she wanted to find out for sure.
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