Prologue: Nessia - Palace Throne Room
Zera Rey came in to the throne room, past the varying dukes and duchesses as well as the lesser principalities. She acknowledged these varying men, women, and in some cases children offering them respects as they offered her. As she was spoke to, it was a well known fact she preferred being called "Your Holiness" rather than the varying levels of Monarchical-Ranks. She was indeed "Holy", in both title and action. She traveled across the room, with smooth and precise movements to give the impression she was floating. By any of the lords watching her, they could see she was putting a good amount of distance between her and her knight. Abbicus was often over-protective, and didn't let her be spoken to very often seeing as he was her protectorate. He was accompanied by two of the Royal Legionnaires who were steely clad in their golden armor. As she further escaped the gaze of her knight, she saw King Ferdent the Wise, First King of the Alliance and Logs Godsarmour. She passed by King Ferdent offering her respects to him, as every Liege Lord did. They didn't exchange many words, but they both shared looks that were mutually understood.
Your Majesty, this is a wonderful expression for the Treasure of Nessia. Tonight shall be most excellent!
Her joyous nature was well felt, but all to short as she would pass by much like the other lords whom the King waves off. Zera didn't at all mind this, as she felt that the King had much more important matters and people to see before speaking to one of his longtime Liege Lords. Seeing as Logs Godsarmor, was offering his deepest forms of respect she decided to hold off engaging any true conversation. But she did offer a passing,
Good Evening, Logs Godsarmour, Warden of the North. May your tunnels and strength run deep for generations.
As Zera ventured forth she felt the icy glare of Gregori in the distance, knowing this feeling anywhere she followed his gaze to find the person she was looking for. The dearest Treasure of Nessia, Princess Callia. Seeing as she was being courted by the Duke of Hurdrid, she let the princess go for a mere moment. She approached the Kingdom Marshall, Gregori Daratrazanoff, knowing full well that Zera was here for a single reason. He knew she didn't venture far from the Great Plains, so seeing here in the heart of Nessia was a rare find indeed. Seeing her mingle was another oddity, but not something important enough to divert either of their attention away from the Princess. She approached him and spoke,
Good Evening, Gregori. It seems the watch is going well, please keep my knight away if it isn't too much trouble...
She smiled and scurried away, floating again towards the princess with a bit of speed. Excited to see her again after having not seen her in several cycles of the moon, the expression apparent on her face. She came closer, but before she was able to say anything and bring Callia her gift she was cut off by the Admiral. A tad bit down trodden, she passed through with few words. But she would be on the ready when Callia was, approaching first the young maiden.
My Dearest Princess, Callia, Princess of Nessia Happy Birthday! I hope that the party is to your liking. Here is your gift, hold on to it till I return. I am sure the Admiral is reguiling you in her tales of true adventurism. Good Evening...
She nodded her head, turning towards the Admiral. Her look towards her was stern, but not at all without all the respect owed to the liege lord. Zera's dissatisfaction with the situation was plain as day, but she rid herself of that look and bore a happy smile yet again.
Good Evening, Terand Dreldini, Admiral of the South. May the seas be still beneath your command and sail. Take care of the Princess...
Retiring further to the back of the room, Zera decided to refresh herself with a glass of the fine drinks supplied by the Eastern Vineyards. One of the young servant girls passed by her, bowing as she did, and poured more crystal glasses with these wines. In tow, Crown Prince Verelor with the eyes of those who stalk prey beaming. Recognizing this Zera spoke up,
Good Evening, your Eminence. This is quite a fine evening, how have you been enjoying the libations? They must be fantastic if you sallied all the way here to retrieve more...
She smiled brightly, holding up the wine bottle to fill the empty glass in his hands. The scullery maid slinking away back in to the party unseen again...