David had just finished handing his sword back to a Red Legionnaire who was tasked with making sure it got back to Northfort Palace in one piece when his Head of Royal Household Qunn Germaine arrived. "Your Majesty" she bowed before handing the King his leather bound note book and favourite pen. It had been given to him from the Queen of Sky Coast so many years earlier and now it was on its fifth refill and probably second spring but it had signed so many signficant parts of East Moreland's history. David suspected that when his time came and he went off to see Helus the pen would end up in some museum and in an odd way that thought made him determined to keep adding to its prestige, who knew if today went well it could see more action.
"Thank you" David slid the pen into his inside pocket. "Who do we have first?" he asked
"Emperor Marco of Abertone" Quinn waved at a Red Legionnaire to get the gate in front of them that lead down a military only part of the base and would be a short cut to where the meeting would take place. "I'm rather surprised you're meeting him and not his cousin Prince....although he never uses that title...Graziano who is Consul. It seems the cousin handles the politics and well Marco handles the......"
"Ladies" David finished her sentence. "At least thats what the press would have people believe maybe. Lets not judge though. He's here to speak one monarch to another so lets see what happens." David thanked the Legionnaire as they hurried along a path towards the rocky arm that sat just outside the Naval Dockyards waters. There at the far end sat the
Naval Lighthouse which had been used in the past to help ships navigate the coast. Today it served as a residence and office for visitors to the base. The King had arranged for its roof top terrace to host the talks with Marco who had arranged to already have escorted there (OOC - Assume this is whoever you had attend). The King had arranged for
Sir Harry Samuelson his Minister of Defence and
Sir Jacob Longe to entertain the Emperor until he arrived.
"Good Morning Emperor Marco" the King extended a hand as he greeted his guest. "Please accept my apologise for keeping you waiting, days like today are a bit crazy but I do rather enjoy them. A chance to mix a nice day at the seaside with the pleasure of meeting new people." The King took his jacket off, placed it on the chair and sat down unfastening his note book and retrieving his pen. He poured himself a drink as Sir Jacob took care to do likewise for the Emperor. "I hope my friends here have been taking good care of you. The pair of them are among my most trusted friends, Sir Harry here keeps are military in check while Sir Jacob here did his best to guide a young Prince in his political education. Perhaps today he can see whether all his work was for nothing." David took a sip of his watered down wine. "I'm thrilled you've taken up the invite to meet with me. I think this is the most important part of the Festival, a chance to show we're part of Mundus and meet people in a way that isn't a formal conference. Can I ask though, is there anything in particular that lead you to ask for a private meeting rather than just what many do which is bump into me in the Festival grounds?"