Sess 39, 229: Princess Dances With Prince

Princess Dances with Prince
Summary: Emerit and Amando have a talk and a dance, right after the new King has proclaimed the news of her legitimization.
OOC Date: 26/03/2014 (OOC), backscened!
Related: Happens right after Vive le Roi
Players:
Emerit Amando 
Throne Room, Darfield Castle
The feature of the Throne Room of Darfield Castle that draws most eyes immediately is the magnificent throne, raised on a dais at the far end of the room. The Kilgour Family coat of arms, passed down from father to son through the centuries, occupies a place of honor above the royal throne.
A rug of purple softens the path across the white marble floor, swirling patterns picked out in glinting silver thread. To each side of the rug, stand tall silver vases of Stargazer Lilies and Irises, their heady scent drifting through the air. The cool marble walls have been draped with mingling swathes of purple and silver silk, with touches of white for smooth contrast. Set about the room, tall silver candelabras hold long purple tapers, their soft glow gleaming on the rug and silks. On the balcony above, more swathes of purple and silver silk have been draped, shimmering with a scattering of silver glitter. More glitter is dusted across the marble floor, and over the soft petals of the flowers.
39th day of Sess, 229

The coronation she had attended more or less out of old habit. Emerit is clad in a plain dark green dress, her fiery hair worn in a braid, no piece of jewelry present apart from a silver chain with a small snake pendant. The announcement of the new king had taken her quite by surprise, and for a moment it had seemed that she would faint. Her face is unusually pale now, apart from two rosy spots where her cheeks are. Her arms wrapped about her as she tries to comprehend what it is that has just happened.

The prince of Skingaard has been in attendance of course, representing his island at the coronation. Dressed to the nines in a fine golden-grey surcoat and matching grey pants, he has been unusually quiet for most of the evening with Gavino practically glued to his side. However as the evening wore on, Gavino's attention waned and Amando has been drifting around to mingle and greet people. Finally he appears at Emmy's side and bows deeply. "Princess Emerit.", he greets formally, pointedly using her title.

A smile brushes over Emerit's face when she notices Amando. "You have no idea, how this greeting… warms my heart," she admits, offering a deep curtsey in return. "You have heard about my… disgrace, I gather?" Her fingers move to her skirts, smoothening them. "The King's kindness," she mutters, still searching for the right words to express her feelings, "I certainly did not expect it."

"I did hear, yes.", Amando confirms, "I… I wished to come and see you and offer my support, but Gavino did not let me leave. He is still very much angry with me.", the prince explains, then offers a warm smile. "But now the worry is over! Lord Dickhead can no longer treat you badly now."

Emerit cannot help but chuckle at Amando's remark about Count Harmon Forrester. "I suppose, he cannot. And he certainly won't like it." Her mirth fades a touch when her moss green eyes come once again to linger on the Kiraric prince. "I understand you could not come. I hardly had any visitors and preferred to keep to myself. I… was considering to leave and head back to Rustles Isle… While I was very much concerned the truth would be known, and the rightfulness of poor Princess Draventa's marriage put into question."

"I understand, Mylady.", Amando assures her with another warm smile, "Is it all good now, yes? Princess Draventa, too? She was hurt much, I heard, is she well now?" He looks around for her, the bride conspicious by her absence. As his eyes drift around, he takes in the dance floor and there's a little flash in his expression. "May I ask for a dance, princess?"

"I am not sure she is," Emerit replies with a pensive and slightly worried smile about Draventa. "She was severly wounded. I hope she will be well." Amando's question is met with a grateful nod. "I will surely grant it to you, prince." Sounds odd the way she pronounces it, and her cheeks will colour a little when she looks up to meet his gaze.

Amando actually looks a little flustered. Egads, she said yes! What now? "Er, cool.", he replies quickly and holds out his hand to take hers and drag her to the dance floor with his back to her. Which gives him a chance to rearrange his facial features into a light, casual, but warm smile. The song has been tailored to couples, requiring only a few quick partner-changes in between that will sson bring the original couple back together. And however bumbling and blustering Amando is otherwise, the boy sure has nimble feet and moves well.

<FS3> Emerit rolls Dancing: Success.

Emerit has not danced in a while, still she moves with the grace that is natural to her, beaming each time she will regian Amando as partner, as she really is enjoying this. Her skirts swish over the stone floor and after a moment, Emerit will even remove the ribbon that holds the braid and free her hair from the restained hairdo, giggling as she shakes her wild fiery curls in place.

<FS3> Amando rolls Dancing: Success.
<FS3> Amando rolls Stealth: Success.

Once Amando is paired up with Emerit again and watches her remove the ribbon, he uses the dance moves to do a sneaky move with his hand and slide the ribbon from her hand and for now secure it in the sleeve of his fancy golden surcoat. His smile warming another few degrees at the success of this before he whirls her around once more. "We must dance more often.", he decides, obviously enjoying this too.

Oblivious to the ribbon and its disappearance, Emerit smiles as she is being whirled about by the prince, as the tension she has experienced this past week suddenly starts to leave her. And so a delighted giggle leaves her lips, when the dance finally comes to an end. "I agree, your highness." A cutsey is offered to the Prince, with a warm smile.

As the dance ends and they both come to a stand still, Amando's cheeks are flushed with happiness as well - the ordeals of the last week and Gavino's magnificent anger forgotten at last. For a moment he seems to hesitate and fidget, leaning in until their noses almost touch, but then propriety gets the better of him and he clears his throat. "Er… I get you something to drink?", he suggests hopefully to break the suddenly awkward moment.

The moment had been certainly awkward, Emerit had not withdrawn from Amando's face, after all she had been experiencing the most horrible of worries of late, she almost does not care anymore, when all caution and propriety are moving into the background, after the announcement of the King. She seems relieved though when Amando pulls back and nods. "Oh yes, a bit of wine perhaps, to celebrate." Her moss green eyes sparkling, as they follow him.

It's not easy to find clean cups at this late stage of the party, but finally Amando can flag down a serving wench and communicate what he wants. The girl soon returns with two fresh cups, filled with expensive red wine from Greenshire. "Almost as good as ice wine.", Amando declares when he hands one cup to Emerit with a smile. Then he lifts his own in a toast. "To the Princess Emerit. And the new King", he decides, almost as an afterthought, "May his reign be long and prosperous"

"To the new King," Emerit echoes, as she raises the cup in a toast. "And… to the gift to remain here for a bit longer…" She smiles, exchanging a look with Amando, then a glance towards Valaria who is somewhere close by. Strange the chaperone had not reacted to the tender moment just before. Maybe she had been distracted?

The mention of staying longer actually gets Amando's whole face to sag and he can't hide it. "I… I may have to go home.", the prince admits, looking into his wine cup to avoid her eyes, "Gavino says we must. Is not safe here longer after the attacks…" He hangs his head, the earlier magic gone.

"Oh?," Emerit eyes widen at the news. "You are to leave? That is sad news indeed," she admits with a sigh. "I had… hoped to see you at this masque you had promised,… your highness." She takes a good sip from the wine now. It looks as if she needs it.

"Yes, the masque.", Amando recalls with a sigh of his own, "Maybe I can still do it. To say goodbye. Big goodbye party. So you will not forget me so soon.", he adds, looking upset now.

"How can I forget you?", Emerit inquires innocently. "You have provided me with the most enjoyable conversations, and with you I have always felt at ease, feeling you respect me for what I am. I certainly wasn't ever the ambassador when being with you." A faint smile there. All the recent troubles surrounding the question of her father is still too fresh in her mind.

Amando blushes a little, but his mind is not put at ease. "Oh, but you will have young men from all realms at your feet now. Spoiling you. You will forget unimportant little prince from unimportant little island. And I will forgive you, because I understand!", he assures with all the dramatic flair of a sixteen year old teenager.

Emerit just shakes her head, a stubborn flicker in her moss green eyes. "I won't." She assures him, firmly, lips slowly pushed forward in a pout. "Maybe it is you who will forget your Emerit." A blush as she notices what she has just said, and she lowers her gaze, astonished at herself.

Amando's blushes deepens and for a moment he looks thunderstruck, then he reaches out to take her free hand into his own rather warm sweaty paw and hold it. "I could never forget you. I… I will think of you every day and come back for you when I can. And maybe you can visit Skingaard. You are ambassador, no? You must visit me - my Emerit." Then he quickly drops her hand as if he's suddenly burned himself and chugs back his wine. Which promptly causes him to caugh.

Not withdrawing her hand from his touch, the Mist of the Island and newly proclaimed princess lets out a deep sigh. "Maybe," she offers in reply. "Maybe I can come and pay your wonderful island a visit." Seeing him cough a look of concern will appear over her face. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine.", Amando replies, clearing his throat again until he settles down. He looks a little fidgety again, having revealed quite a bit (and hearing other revelations), so it's time to flee the scene to be embarrassed and awkward in a quiet corner. "I should return to Gavino's side before he go all angry with me again."

"Maybe you should," Emerit replies with a smile. "I thank you for the dance!", she calls after him before moving to Valaria's side, while her moss green eyes still follow the Kiraric Prince with their gaze.

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