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Author Topic: The Gala of Queens: Velocity  (Read 181 times)

Description: The Queen's Receiving Room // Tag: Estrellien

Offline Teoda Araneina

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The Gala of Queens: Velocity
« on: Jul 19, 18, 12:09:31 PM »
The Gala of Queens had been arranged to allow for everyone involved to move as easily and as comfortably as possible about certain portions of the Territory Estate. It was no small feat, coordinating the mingling of so many temperamental and dangerous parties, but every pain had been taken to give the evening its best chance of success. There was still the occasional and inevitable hiccup, but the Sentinels that were posted generously around the estate made quick and (relatively) quiet work out of ejecting the few cohorts whose members had given in to the urge to misbehave. Four Queens had been escorted out because of their inability to manage their men, and one for her inability to manage herself by the time Teoda was settled into her receiving room and prepared to begin interviewing Queens.

Hopeful regents came one after another to speak of themselves before Dhemlan's Queen. Nearly half of Teoda's First Circle was present in the room, though they were meted out around the two-level space, many of them concerned with their own conversations. Near Teoda, an escort stood just behind each of her shoulders, watching with a hawk-eyed diligence over the petitioners and their parties while they spoke with Lady Araneina. There were Sentinels here, too, though they were positioned further away, along the perimeter walls of the room. The Steward sat at the Queen's right hand, observing the interviews and taking notes. The Court Seer sat opposite him, watching the goings-on with an unreadable calm.

The air in the room was one of structure, but also comfort. It was less formal than approaching the Queen in the throne room, though there was no denying the sense of gravity with which those involved were approaching the matter. Teoda balanced this weight with charm and a sincere interest in the people who came before her, so that with most petitioners it was not a terribly unpleasant exchange.

By the time a runner went and informed Estrellien that the Queen would see her now, nearly a dozen other regents had gone before. A good deal more than that remained to be seen after her, but she was early enough in the evening that she'd have no trouble leaving an impression.

...assuming she was up to the task.

Estrellien was allowed a single escort to accompany her into the room, and the pair of them were announced once Estrellien had been led to stand before Teoda's seat. The chair on which she sat was no throne, but the way it was positioned on a rise in the room likely made it seem like one, all the same. Still, she smiled warmly while the Priestess Queen gave her greeting.

Offline Estrellien Gualtierrez

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Re: The Gala of Queens: Velocity
« Reply #1 on: Jul 23, 18, 05:50:28 AM »
Queen's Gala in Amdarh, just after Boomeranged Knives

Go out and dance to charm the men at the feast [...] she will burn first like paper. If Salome cried with passion's forgiveness, she will be redeemed. But her heavy crown, ruby with blood will be mixed ...

The walk had done the Priestess Queen very well, and even hours into the Gala, her gown was still pristine as when they had arrived at the Territory Keep for the prestigious event regardless of the reasoning for appearing. As a receiving room, the beautiful space which the Lady Araneina had ensconced herself and several members of her Court, it was clear no expense had been spared particularly for comfort which was a surprise to the Priestess Queen. She noted the positions of each person including the Sentinels specifically so that her focus would be properly upon the Queen herself and to whatever degree was required, the Lady's Escorts. If anything, Estrellien noted the closeness, care and due diligence given toward both the Queen and those yet waiting to be seen. Though it was not so formal as Estrellien might have expected, neither was she fooled by this welcoming charm. It was every bit a throne room as the real one, but she could imagine no Queen who wanted to actually sit somewhere, and on a seat that was uncomfortable.

Sure of herself perhaps by surprise, Estrellien's hand was a light presence atop Raziel's, who offered the same resplendent companionship that he had out in the main ballroom. If anything, in many ways her oldest Bonded male she thought offered an improved impression than her own. In all things that were by Protocol and rote, there was not the slightest hesitation in the Lady Gualtierrez that she could depend upon him. Her own attire was as dark and silvery as the Lady Teoda's was brilliant gold; she could not deny how fascinating it was to look at which unwittingly pulled the smallest twitch of a delightful smile to Estrellien's lips. Now close enough to study the art of the attire, she spent a few moments when bowed in a precise curtsey studying some of the visible golden threads. If there was anything that pleased her truly, it was that none of the present First Circle Courtiers struck her as insincere sycophants.

A disciplined lady when she desired to show as much, the Lady Gualtierrez remained in the curtsey for as long as required, seeming quite like needing to do so was as easy as breathing the air in the room. This, despite the fact that she had grown up nowhere near any hint of luxury like everyone else here, including her beloved. Once she knew, it would have been difficult in extremis to stand before those who had been born her betters, though that was a different matter altogether now. It was still a long road, but as a Queen and a woman, she was proud of the little house she had spent her youth in.

"Lady Araneina," she remarked only when given a clear leave to speak. "I am appreciative considerably for your willingness to allow me to distinguish myself among so many worthy Queens. The evening has been unforgettable," she stated clearly and with even tones long stripped of too common speech save for subtle inflections that only a native or someone well used to Amdarh might notice in her voice. She stood with a formal and cautious air; Mitra sa Roya had still been the Ruling Queen of Dhemlan when Estrellien had been granted Logrona.

As she understood it, the Lady Teoda had been so favoured as to have been handpicked by that precious presence that preceded her. Recalling discussion about just how the Lady had taken her seat and the upheaval surrounding kept Estrellien mentally on her toes. While she was terribly curious about the Queen and recalled the creatively divergent advice from both her Bonded males regarding friendship, she thought to stand somewhere in the middle. After all, allies could ask for favours, while true and mutual affection between Queens called for considerable time spent. Very briefly the lady favoured her Red Jewelled Warlord Prince with a smile, as it went without saying that she vastly appreciated his presence.
"Mother Night is real. Not a mere dream."

Offline Raziel Cavallero

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Re: The Gala of Queens: Velocity
« Reply #2 on: Jul 23, 18, 06:41:31 PM »
Into the belly of the beast I go. Raziel considered, silently, to the news that he would be granted leave to accompany her during Estrellian's meeting with the Queen of Dhemlan. Raziel had no love of the aristocracy and the party, courteous as it was, was making him bored. It was, while a time for Lady Araneina to meet and greet with the rulers and hopeful rulers of her Territory, it was an aristo party. For who would be an aristo without the Queen's leave to be so?

As he collected himself, let himself be numbed by the void that made his face make a poker player stress themselves to read him a thousand possibilities passed through his head. A thousand actions he could take. Many of them would make Estrellian an utter laughingstock. No only would she not receive La Orotova, she'd probably lose the District too. Not to mention all that gold she loved to wear. She'd have to sell it to eat. To sleep. To live. Raziel would be dead of course. He was splendid with a sword but he could only take on so many Sentinels before skill became overwhelmed by probability. But she would suffer a sublime wound to which there was no escape from, and suffer the breaking of the bond at the same time. Maybe, to seal the deal, his dying breath could be laughing at her.

Like he suffered. That last one made him smile though. He was a sucker for poetic irony.

Yet he would not do any such thing. There would be no sudden plan to extract a last-minute vengeance. He had to admit...as much as it made him suspect that there was something foul afoot, that she was trying her best to not be like every other aristo: Those who crush others simply because they can, with no other reason to sustain their choice. She was trying to change. She even asked for forgiveness. He hadn't granted it, but the fact that she asked was not something she did. Ever. Stella, the woman that made him feel both alive and dead, was the type of woman to tell you to deal with it than ask forgiveness for a slight - unless it suited her interest to seek it. Now she asked for it. She was, very slowly, becoming the woman that made his heart flutter. A flutter that had no relation to the heartbond, but a beat for the woman herself.

He could give her his best. The woman on his arm, not the gold-studded, cold-hearted swim-in-my-money-because-I-have-oh-so-much-of-it-screw-the-people-I-taxed-it-from, deserved it. If he were to deny her his best, than even his own emotions, what was left of them, would be a lie. And he loved her. Dammit. He did. There was no lie there.

Within the chambers of Queen Araneina Raziel remained standing at proper attention. Estrellian greeted her and, as her escort, followed similarly with a dip at his waist. "Lady Araneina. Raziel Cavallero, First Escort to my Lady. It is an honor to meet you." He spoke plainly. No measurement of words. No neutral nuance. He was a soldier! He should at least meet one Territory Queen he's fought for before he died. Now he can scratch off something off his bucket list.

Offline Teoda Araneina

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Re: The Gala of Queens: Velocity
« Reply #3 on: Jul 24, 18, 06:22:44 PM »
Teoda smiled graciously to each of the greetings presented to her, and nodded her approval for the form and courtesy of the pair before her.

"Welcome to Amdarh, Lady Gualtierrez and Prince Cavallero. We are most pleased to have you here. It pleases us immensely to hear you have enjoyed the evening." The Queen turned her head then, and cast her gaze over to the Steward briefly, an indication for him to speak. Diego softly cleared his throat and then read the history of Estrellien's rule. It was not a terribly long roster, given that she'd held the same seat for so many years, but it gave some context to one of many Queens Teoda would see tonight.

"Logrona District," she said aloud, the words slowed as though incurring some thought behind them. "You have been under Lady Barbero's providence for some time. Tell us, how do you find her as a ruler? As a mentor? You may speak freely here, Lady. Indeed, we must insist that you do. But rest assured that our conversation shall not leave this room, no matter its contents." Without fanfare, the Priestess Queen would recognize the prickle of foreign sensing Craft upon her person. It was obvious that one or more of the Queen's associates was paying more attention to Estrellien than their mundane senses would allow, though it would be difficult to tell precisely from whom that attention came. Teoda seemed entirely unaware if her appearance was to be believed. Her expression spoke of a gentle, kind-hearted patience while she awaited the Lady's answer.

Offline Estrellien Gualtierrez

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Re: The Gala of Queens: Velocity
« Reply #4 on: Jul 27, 18, 05:20:07 AM »
Welcome to Amdarh.

"I do appreciate the welcome, truly. Your people have done very, very well to ensure this Gala has gone off if not without any spectacles, then as well controlled as anyone could dare hope for, and as professional as any Lady could wish her own event be. The Rose Walk particularly inspired a quiet reflection for prayer and writing, as did the evening stars above the well-nourished gardens."

Though something of the welcome belatedly made Estrellien both inwardly smile and think it ironic. Though she had held Logrona for two centuries nearly, most of her life had been spent in her native Coreserini. She had family all over the province, in fact. So before Logrona had become home, Amdarh and La Oratova had been home first. If anything, the words made her very much feel nostalgic.

She wondered then, what it had been like for the Lady Teoda Araneina, to have to work as hard as she did and yet, have quite a lot of very good luck handed to her by fate and the good sense not to ruin it. The good sense and experience not to take the wrong turns that could potentially leave one dead in the water. It was what this meeting felt like, a test to end all tests. Estrellien felt drawn out, stretched and measured as Prince Salazar read through her history. One couldn't help but notice the tension at the very beginning of that list, the gentle contrite expression, and the manner in which her hand tightened and tensed but smoothed over Raziel's hand as a very gentle, almost tender apology.

Nearly, it was a relief when the Lady Teoda spoke, asking her thoughts with very little surprise about the Province Queen set above her. Lady Barbero. Estrellien did not exactly have strong feelings about the Queen she had served under for quite a fair portion of her life. She knew the woman was not exactly the brightest star, as much as she did seem to try and care. The strange prickle of Craft that settled as an awareness over her senses caused the Priestess Queen to look around but only briefly, as she was unable to pinpoint without using Craft exactly where it was coming from. What she did know, was that she did not like the feeling. Unknown Craft wasn't exactly safe, in her viewpoint, especially with the sheer number of Sentinels present. That feeling did not make the Lady Gualtierrez feel like speaking freely. If anything, it made her feel anxious.

She tapped her fingers on one side of Prince Cavallero's hand in a specific pattern to make note of something causing her real and honest discomfort, that she could not see, nor react to, and not even speak of but that she very much hoped was harmless particularly given the Queen's seeming unawareness as to what was happening in the room. After all, it wasn't as if they could just turn around and leave. As such, she tried to focus on the questions she had been asked. After all, if it were poorly meant, surely there were enough well-trained males present that actual concern needn't exist. Yet, she couldn't shake being bothered, as even in moments where most people were or might have been trustworthy, Estrellien was typically expecting something to go wrong. "Her Court runs well as far as I have ever been able to tell. Her Triangle as I understand it is all or most are family. The Lady Barbero is a ... Dhemlanese Queen, through and through," she responded very precisely.

The kind of Queen that when she was two hundred years old and ever so much the fool, would have been delighted to try to emulate. Not to speak of the Lady Amore de Medina, who had truly, and stupidly once been Estrellien's lady to watch for the century. Or at least, one of them. Now the thought gave her a pained, uncomfortable pressure that wrapped so firmly around her heart as to be a just and sharp-fingered judgement. Dark brows furrowed. Words that she had been willing to say unguarded in the presence of her Bonded males about the state of Dhemlan and what it meant for the people as a whole was another matter altogether. A faint flush grew upon the Lady Gualtierrez's cheeks. "I believe that somewhere, deep down, that she cares. We are not so far apart in age if I recall correctly, she and I. But there's always been this sense that she isn't really attending. She says and does the right things as far as I have ever been able to read them and yet ..."

Gently, she offered a head shake. "I would never call her mentor, not for me. Not really for any Queen looking to be ... well, more. Better. I hesitate, I apologise, but it is only because I know I have a past. To speak too plainly could be construed with an unfair lens. I would not wish to be judged too sharply for my faults, but rather the content of my potential character and present display," she explained with a graceful bow of her head, still doing her best to disregard the strange feeling of being watched.

"But there is a difference between a woman that is also Queen and a Queen that is also a woman. I learned the lesson on my own and in the worst possible way. Not because any other Queen was there to teach me. Ambitions are greater than her care and want to help the people truly. If I followed the Lady Barbero as a mentor I would end right back at the awful place I have spent centuries trying to escape and not enough prayer or vigils would save me."

"I had a difficulty with a number of Landen Villages, as well as some of the smaller ones among the Blood. While I jested among my Court that the Lady Barbero would be better suited to cause my ruin than allow revenues to falter as a grace to those that need it, the chances are very likely that it is true. Instead of risking that, I paid the overdue taxes and saw to various repairs from my own fortune but in such a way that it did not read like charity at my First Escort's suggestion that we do more when able," she finished, not willing to take the credit for an idea that had not been her own.

"I do not think she notices the knife-balance between us all. But as I said. She is a good Dhemlanese Queen, and her Court runs beautifully with gilded beauty always in view. I know the look as well as I do my own hands, unfortunately, Lady Araneina, with all due respect and etiquette," Estrellien finished and once more, offered a curtsey. While she had been thankful for Raziel's keen eyes, it was just now in the moment that she felt so richly grateful for the countless times that he had prodded her with a thought here and there, and tugged her swiftly down from a horse higher than she deserved. The mysterious person observing Estrellien would notice no more than her very honest, and open emotions. The days were long past that she truly had anything to hide, and just then, the presence of her was filled with concern for her home, and a love that was far more full than had anything to do with the awkward Bond between them.

"I know very well better than to consider the Lady for more than a polite, surface need." Once more, she curtsied, cheeks pink with some small and brief concern that she might have spoken too much before recalling that had been what was asked of her. To turn from the heel to the face was not easy and she was still working on it. While she wanted to believe that her fellow Queens cared at least as much as she was still learning how, Estrellien could also see with her own two eyes and count the coins of her people's greed which was greater even than her own, to frighteningly consider the truth. Just as seeing her appearance on the dais, the kind and patient expression in Teoda's bearing did indeed have the effect of cutting the Priestess Queen all the way to the quick.
"Mother Night is real. Not a mere dream."

Offline Raziel Cavallero

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Re: The Gala of Queens: Velocity
« Reply #5 on: Aug 03, 18, 11:33:03 PM »
It was expected, and Raziel complied, that he had no leg in this discussion. He was sure, if for some reason he had something important to say that it would earn the Queen's ear. It did not take long for Raziel to suspect the motive of Teoda's questioning. Using the district claim to get intel on the Courts...clever. He contemplated, off the top of his head, what others might make of Estrellien's Court were Teoda to question them about it. He couldn't suspect anything, contrary to the litany of grievances Raziel could cite verbatim...no one really came to the District, not anyone of significance. Your typical courtier of interested parties but no one truly came to the District.

Points in Estrellien's favor he supposed.

It took him a few seconds from his mind games, the only thing to really occupy his time apart from listening to notice the subtle gesture Estrellien offered him. It was the feel of her hand, more any rhythm, that sent the signal that Estrellien sniffed something. The eased observer, Raz let his senses open in the room to sense the immediate surroundings. Without the use of the typical probe, because getting attacked by Sentinels for a probing spell would be utterly uncooth, he had to go by sheer awareness and left Raziel unresponsive to Estrellien's nerves for seconds longer than most. He scanned the Queen's retinue and given the looks of stern concentration on a few of her cohort he then reminded himself that there was nothing odd or strange between their bond to give clues either.

At best, he suspected a probe. Magical senses reaching out and discerning whatever it was they were looking for in his amor. He would have to make sure, however, that it only remained a probe. The only soul in Dhemlan who could mess with Estrellien was him. Teoda, her lackluster batch of gold-goblet sucking louts and the arrangement of her morally bankrupt Sentinels would just have to deal with the price they would pay should they incline to overindulge their position to self-gratify themselves - the aristos that they are. He left his senses open, settling into a position of active awareness while saying nothing.

Raziel's subtle response to Estrellien was nothing. If there was anything to be afraid of he would do something. Instead he simply remained where he was paying attention while keeping senses and eyes alert. Like a good soldier.

Offline Teoda Araneina

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Re: The Gala of Queens: Velocity
« Reply #6 on: Aug 07, 18, 10:53:40 AM »
A Dhemlanese Queen. Estrellien named Lady Barbero this as though the label carried far more than a sense of the woman's nationality. The carefully crisp way the words were spoken made it sound to Teoda as though those additional qualities weren't the sort that were spoken of in polite company. She could not help but take exception, sitting on the throne of the Territory and occupying the position of penultimate Dhemlanese Queen in so many ways. Patience held her tongue at first, though the slight lift of one regal eyebrow heralded her interest in the Priestess Queen's choice of words and inflection. That thoughtful quiet persisted even a beat after Estrellien had ceased speaking, while Teoda seemed to study her. Just a beat, and then the sitting Queen's chin lifted a small bit.

"It is an interesting conundrum you present to us, Lady Gualtierrez." She paused again, briefly but clearly accustomed to not having to fight for speaking time, as it was the natural habit of those around her to wait patiently for her to finish her thoughts. Then again, her inner circle understood better than most just how many psychic threads the woman juggled at any given moment when she was holding an audience such as this one. Teoda leaned heavily on the experience and wisdom of the members of her court, having hand selected them for very specific and intentional reasons. While she unilaterally had the final say about decisions made and it wasn't a true democracy, her Court was genuinely a machine which used all of its available parts.

"With one breath you praise Lady Barbero as a 'good Dhemlanese Queen', yet with the next deride her lack of attention, her unfortunate priorities, and her lack of ambition. It sounds to us as though you believe a 'good Dhemlanese Queen' is one who is little more than a pretty facade, a pretense rather than a woman convicted with the blessing and burden of rule. Tell us, is that truly your idea of what comprises a 'good Dhemlanese Queen'?"