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HelpRe: LaRe's KUY Royal Congrats: Round 7
in reply to a message by La Reina
Monarch: Breccan Nicasio Zevi Willem Augustus (50; deceased)
Consort: Kalila Savita Whimsy [Scipio] Stanton (53)
Husband: Dragomir Caelius Romolo Stanton "Drago" (54)
Nephew: Tybalt Petros Uriah Toril (29)
-Wife: Tryphena Euphrasie [Savion] Toril (24)
Daughter: Guinevere Ygraine Hyacinthe [Toril] Diaman "Gwen" (25)
-Husband: Sebastian Rodrick Owain Leander Didymus Diaman IV of Macaire (25)
-Son: Ignatius Galaha Ianto Dorian Diaman (nb)
Monarch: Magnus Marek Idris "Max" (23)
-Fiancée: Cordelia Margaux Gaëlle Sandrine "Gaëlle" (22)
Daughter: Sophronia Anastasia Florence "Sophie" (21) [Lysander's twin]
Son: Lysander Patrick Joachim (21) [Sophronia's twin]
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Toril
In the Kingdom of: Sidonie
---
Two years ago...
Magnus Marek Idris Toril, son of Breccan and Kalila, Monarch of the kingdom of Sidonie, was taking his morning walk one day through the gardens. The sun was high and warm, beating happily down upon the beautiful kingdom under his reign. The birds chirped and cheered, encouraging everyone who passed by. Everything about this day simply brought a smile to Max's face. As he wandered through the gardens, heading into the orchards, he heard a sound: a musical ringing sound as that of laughter. Curiosity piqued, he followed the sound to an apple tree. Looking up into its branches, he spied one of the maid girls: pretty, brown-skinned, hair tied back out of her face, wisps falling down around her ears, blue eyes smiling, matching the color of the sky above. She was foreign, he could tell with one look, and certainly dirty from her work, but gorgeous all the same.
"Hello!" he called up into the branches. "May I inquire as to what you find so funny?"
His voice caught her off guard and she startled, toppling from the branches, catching herself. Proceeding to swing down to the ground, she fell in front of him. She picked herself up, dusting off her garments, snatching her book off the ground, and bowing respectfully before him. "Your majesty, I had no idea that you were coming down this way. I promise I will get back to work immediately. I had merely finished my morning chores and had come here to read for a short while before returning. I suppose the time flew by faster than I had realized. Forgive me."
Max chuckled. "Call me Max. No need for formality. We're not in some antiquated land anymore. Is that what you found so funny?" He gestured to the book in her hands. She nodded. "May I see?" Gingerly, she handed it to him. After reading a page, he was hooked. "May I join you?" Max asked, gesturing up into the tree.
"What? Me? Why would you want to join me?" she laughed. "This seems surreal. Are you sure that I'm not dreaming?"
"Nope!" he stated, a ring of youthful joy in his voice. "Come on." He approached the tree, looking up at it. Slowly, he made his way up into the branches then stuck out his hand to help her up. But she refused, scrambling up beside him faster than he could imagine. "You've been doing this for awhile, haven't you?" he laughed.
"Yep!" she grinned. She opened up the book and started to read.
Hours passed and before they realized, the sun was setting. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed, scrambling out. "I shouldn't have spent so much time here. I have work to do!"
Max hopped down, landing in a heap at the base of the tree, and raced after her. "Hey, no worries! I'll tell them you were keeping me company. You must remember, you just spent hours with one of the royal family. What's your name?"
"They call me Gaëlle," she replied. "And you're more than just one of the royal family, Max. You're the king."
He shrugged. "Yeah, big deal. Can I meet with you again sometime? I really enjoyed the time we shared."
Gaëlle's cheeks reddened slightly. "Of course! I enjoyed it, too."
"Alright. Tomorrow, same place, same time?" She just nodded as she walked off, back towards the palace and her duties.
The present...
"The people aren't going to like that you're marrying a servant girl, Max," his younger brother, Lysander, snickered. Lysander thought he was better suited for the crown than his older brother. He was a rather proud, stuck up young man. Kalila had no idea where he picked up on this. "I thought you of all people would understand that. You need to use your marriage to make connections. You certainly aren't doing that, brother."
Max was about to respond hotly when Gaëlle interrupted, "Lysander, Max, everyone, I think you will be surprised: I'm not actually just a servant girl. My father is the ruler of another land, Varinia, and I was sent here to work at the palace as is tradition in my land. All of my family is sent off elsewhere to learn what it's like to live as the poorest of the poor, working for another monarch. We aren't supposed to tell. At twenty-five, we are called back, revealing who we really are. I'm sorry to have deceived you, but it's the way of my people. It was expected of me. I'm glad that I can tell you now. You see, if we find love within the royal family, then we may reveal our true identity on the day on which we announce our betrothal. So there. I am really a princess of Varinia. That should make you feel better, Lysander."
Stunned, Lysander left the room.
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Consort: Kalila Savita Whimsy [Scipio] Stanton (53)
Husband: Dragomir Caelius Romolo Stanton "Drago" (54)
Nephew: Tybalt Petros Uriah Toril (29)
-Wife: Tryphena Euphrasie [Savion] Toril (24)
Daughter: Guinevere Ygraine Hyacinthe [Toril] Diaman "Gwen" (25)
-Husband: Sebastian Rodrick Owain Leander Didymus Diaman IV of Macaire (25)
-Son: Ignatius Galaha Ianto Dorian Diaman (nb)
Monarch: Magnus Marek Idris "Max" (23)
-Fiancée: Cordelia Margaux Gaëlle Sandrine "Gaëlle" (22)
Daughter: Sophronia Anastasia Florence "Sophie" (21) [Lysander's twin]
Son: Lysander Patrick Joachim (21) [Sophronia's twin]
Of the illustrious Royal House of: Toril
In the Kingdom of: Sidonie
---
Two years ago...
Magnus Marek Idris Toril, son of Breccan and Kalila, Monarch of the kingdom of Sidonie, was taking his morning walk one day through the gardens. The sun was high and warm, beating happily down upon the beautiful kingdom under his reign. The birds chirped and cheered, encouraging everyone who passed by. Everything about this day simply brought a smile to Max's face. As he wandered through the gardens, heading into the orchards, he heard a sound: a musical ringing sound as that of laughter. Curiosity piqued, he followed the sound to an apple tree. Looking up into its branches, he spied one of the maid girls: pretty, brown-skinned, hair tied back out of her face, wisps falling down around her ears, blue eyes smiling, matching the color of the sky above. She was foreign, he could tell with one look, and certainly dirty from her work, but gorgeous all the same.
"Hello!" he called up into the branches. "May I inquire as to what you find so funny?"
His voice caught her off guard and she startled, toppling from the branches, catching herself. Proceeding to swing down to the ground, she fell in front of him. She picked herself up, dusting off her garments, snatching her book off the ground, and bowing respectfully before him. "Your majesty, I had no idea that you were coming down this way. I promise I will get back to work immediately. I had merely finished my morning chores and had come here to read for a short while before returning. I suppose the time flew by faster than I had realized. Forgive me."
Max chuckled. "Call me Max. No need for formality. We're not in some antiquated land anymore. Is that what you found so funny?" He gestured to the book in her hands. She nodded. "May I see?" Gingerly, she handed it to him. After reading a page, he was hooked. "May I join you?" Max asked, gesturing up into the tree.
"What? Me? Why would you want to join me?" she laughed. "This seems surreal. Are you sure that I'm not dreaming?"
"Nope!" he stated, a ring of youthful joy in his voice. "Come on." He approached the tree, looking up at it. Slowly, he made his way up into the branches then stuck out his hand to help her up. But she refused, scrambling up beside him faster than he could imagine. "You've been doing this for awhile, haven't you?" he laughed.
"Yep!" she grinned. She opened up the book and started to read.
Hours passed and before they realized, the sun was setting. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed, scrambling out. "I shouldn't have spent so much time here. I have work to do!"
Max hopped down, landing in a heap at the base of the tree, and raced after her. "Hey, no worries! I'll tell them you were keeping me company. You must remember, you just spent hours with one of the royal family. What's your name?"
"They call me Gaëlle," she replied. "And you're more than just one of the royal family, Max. You're the king."
He shrugged. "Yeah, big deal. Can I meet with you again sometime? I really enjoyed the time we shared."
Gaëlle's cheeks reddened slightly. "Of course! I enjoyed it, too."
"Alright. Tomorrow, same place, same time?" She just nodded as she walked off, back towards the palace and her duties.
The present...
"The people aren't going to like that you're marrying a servant girl, Max," his younger brother, Lysander, snickered. Lysander thought he was better suited for the crown than his older brother. He was a rather proud, stuck up young man. Kalila had no idea where he picked up on this. "I thought you of all people would understand that. You need to use your marriage to make connections. You certainly aren't doing that, brother."
Max was about to respond hotly when Gaëlle interrupted, "Lysander, Max, everyone, I think you will be surprised: I'm not actually just a servant girl. My father is the ruler of another land, Varinia, and I was sent here to work at the palace as is tradition in my land. All of my family is sent off elsewhere to learn what it's like to live as the poorest of the poor, working for another monarch. We aren't supposed to tell. At twenty-five, we are called back, revealing who we really are. I'm sorry to have deceived you, but it's the way of my people. It was expected of me. I'm glad that I can tell you now. You see, if we find love within the royal family, then we may reveal our true identity on the day on which we announce our betrothal. So there. I am really a princess of Varinia. That should make you feel better, Lysander."
Stunned, Lysander left the room.
“The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
But still there is much that is fair. And though in all lands, love is now
mingled with grief, it still grows, perhaps, the greater.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
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