OOC- A joint Libby and Abertone post
Evening had fallen upon Portworth and Marco had retired to a rather nice hotel on the seafront. His
Advocatus had done a significant amount of liasing with the Morelanders to find a place that fitted the Emperors taste. It had to of course be luxurious, it needed to have excellent room service and his room needed its own private hot tub or pool. He;d enjoyed a few nights there, eaten beautifully cooked meals and enjoyed soaking in the large hot tub after a day exploring Portworth. During the opening day he'd contented himself to some time with the De Angelis family who had graciously allowed him the run of their private yacht moored in the harbour. He'd spent some time sipping cocktails with the Lodjains and even made some time to go and see the men and women of his own navy who had been showing of one of the nations vessels.
Just before sunset he'd made his way back to the hotel and freshened up, a relaxing shower, a spray of some fine cologne and drank a small glass of cognac. "Your Majesty she is almost here." One of his security detail informed him. He drained the glass, straightened his tie and then accompanied by several other guards made his way down to the lobby of the hotel via his private suite's own lift. He actually felt himself become a little nervous as he saw the car he'd sent for
Tonya to arrive. One of the hotels bell boys opened the door and the Emperor saw a slim toned leg clad in a black strappy shoe step out, a heartbeat later Tonya emerged clad in a long black dress a slit upto her thigh gave him a glimpse of her beautiful legs as she stepped towards him clutching a small hand held purse in her hand. The Emperor was thrilled that he would be having dinner with such a beautiful woman. As she reached him he kissed her on the cheek, "You look incredible....as always" he said as he faced her holding both her hands, he stepped back admiring her before turning and offering an arm. The two walked into the dining room and Emperor Marco could see heads turn towards them, some no doubt recognising the Emperor, others admiring the woman he was with. A black suited waiter lead them to a part of the dining room that was behind a low wall that gave them some privacy. Marco waited for Tonya to be sat before taking his own.
Marco was happy enough talking with the Lady in Waiting. She was an exciting young woman and Marco liked hearing about her life on the Isle of The Goddess, her adventures in the sea but mainly imaginging her in a bikini. He'd often thought happily about that night they'd spent together during the ball season and had all diplomatic meetings come in a similar manner he'd have been the most active diplomat in the history of Mundus. As they ploughed their way through the lengthy courses of the tasting menu on offer several glasses of wine followed. As they finished the penultimate course Marco couldn't wait much longer. He leaned close to Tonya, "Do you have to get back to your boat?"
Tonya leaned close, "I don't need to be back if I'm on a diplomatic job." She said as she slid a hand onto the Emperors thigh. "Her Majesty would I think be very unhappy if I was to miss such an opportunity."
"In that case" Marco placed his hand on hers. "I would very much like to discuss ever closer relationships between our two nations. Shall I have my people tell the Queen you shall see her in the morning?"
"No need" Tonya replied, "I told her not to wait up." The two chuckled as Marco waved the waiter over.
"Could we get desert delivered to my suite please." The waiter informed them that it would be up in ten minutes and asked if there was anything else he could do for them. Marco shook his head and leaving a sizeable tip tucked under a wine glass he picked up a bottle they'd just opened and guided Tonya towards the lift. No sooner had the door of the lift opened to the suite than Tonya allowed Marco to wrap his arms round her and their lips meet. "You know I think Lodja might just be my favourite nation outside of the Empire" Marco said as his lips left hers.
"I think I need to remove doubt" Tonya teased turning away and expertly flicking the straps of her dress off her shoulder letting the dress fall to the floor, she grabbed the Emperors tie and began gently pulling, "Which way is the bedroom?" She asked as he eagerly gave directions.
The next morning at 10am Tonya returned to the Queen's ship. Jasmina was already on deck having sorted breakfast out for the Queen. "Dirty stop out" She called to Tonya. "You have fun" she asked more delicately as the Lady in Waiting meet her at the lounge area on the rear deck.
"We had fun" She confirmed. "I also have this..." She held up an envelope addressed to the Queen, "I guess he heard that your Peter had his wrists slapped for being naughty." The two examined the letter, it was hastily scrawled and was not on quality paper, in fact Marco had merely neatly trimmed off the header and footer of the hotel notepads paper to write it. As was etiquette it was seeking the Queen's permission to allow Marco to "court" the Lady in Waiting. The two sat enjoying a coffee while they waited for the Queen to appear. Jasmina was keen to hear the gossip of Tonya's "diplomatic mission" and seemed to approve of her juniors efforts.
As they drained the last of their coffee Natalya appeared. She had intended for the boat to go out to sea and allow her to take some of the paddleboards for a ride and as her crew hurried to get the boat set to be underway she looked at the note hardly noticing its less than elegant stationary. "Well Tonya if your happy to share his bed I'm not going to stop you. Unlike the Peter and Jasmina situation though your lover is a continent away, I still expect you to fulfil your duties." Natalya had no intention to stop any of her Ladies pursuing what made them happy but she would insist on tradition being upheld and was satisfied the Emperor had seen it that way.
"Of course" Tonya nodded, "I have no intention of spending all my time with him, lets just say I suspect it'll be a very Lodjain style courtship."
