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There's something of a startling occurrence as a number of ships arrive in the Earth Sphere, one particular large one at the fore. However it seems that for a change they are not interested in war! No, these ships come to Earth under a banner of parley for they had received a message from acquaintances who had someone on the planet regarding the presence of a criminal as well as not one but both Princesses.
If it isn't obvious enough? The message that follows should probably explain everything.
"People of Earth, I hold the honor of speaking for The Great King of Magnolys Unathi Nelfess ,seventh of his name, and Fifty Seventh Monarch to have ascended upon the Sunlit Throne! By his decree we have no hostility against your home and hearth and simply seek to collect for trial and punishment a criminal who is responsible for a deed most heinous as well as seek out his daughter First Princess Peola Amalia Tsertemina Renata Nelfess. Your cooperation in these matters would be most appreciated and should fortune favor it, his highness will seek to reach his hand to your leaders to seek accord! So it be said, so it shall be done!"
It wasn't long before the ships made planetfall and found a place to land that would allow them access to a city without disrupting its infrastructure. It looks like Peola has no place to hide anymore.
[1]
Not long after their arrival the group that moved through the area definitely stuck out from the crowd. Standing at their head was a giant of a man with an intricate crown of gold and was clad in an armored garb and a fur cloak. Accompanying him were knights and armsmen of smaller stature but were no less intimidating, as well as the burly figure who wore robes of such officiousness and pomp that they were a strong contrast to his build. Following them were men and women clad in all manner of finery and trim, some carrying themselves with arrogance and others with composure... nobility without a doubt. Trailing after them were servants of a multitude of description, clad in seemingly simple robes covered with intricate designs.
There was a large amount of howling and screaming as Serak, the King's wife was dragged past his entourage. Several shuffled away with discomfort... the King however gave his former wife a completely dispassionate look, nodding at an old man in robes of red and gold who stood in the shadow of his personal guard. The wizened figure seemingly flickered out of existence, only to reappear close by the guards who had the misfortune of having to haul away their monarch's deranged spouse and accompany them for reasons unknown.
How do you greet the newcomers?
[2]
"So I am to speak through this device and it will ensure I am heard?"
There's a confirmation from one of the techs. Apparently after hearing of her father's arrival Peola had decided to hide deeper in one of the Unity Group bases. This however did not prevent the king from arriving at one of them with ESUN's consent where he would use the communications systems in order to speak to his daughter.
"Thank you for your assistance... Now then..."
The king calmly clears his throat before bellowing into the mic.
"DAUGHTER! CEASE THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE! HIDING UNDERNEATH A DESK AND REFUSING TO SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER IS BENEATH THE DIGNITY OF A PRINCESS!"
[3] [Post-Prompt 2]
With the Peola finally finagled out of her hiding place, she is finally meeting with her father... though not alone. Due to things spoken over the comms it seems that the Princess had panicked and... accidentally declared to the King she was marrying someone. Currently she's standing in front of her father like a kid who had their hand caught in the cookie jar. Thankfully she isn't alone.
"We have much to speak of Peola... many things have happened in your absence.... however... before we go into that..."
"Is THIS who you have chosen to wed?!"
The king is now rushing up to you with a critical eye!
If it isn't obvious enough? The message that follows should probably explain everything.
"People of Earth, I hold the honor of speaking for The Great King of Magnolys Unathi Nelfess ,seventh of his name, and Fifty Seventh Monarch to have ascended upon the Sunlit Throne! By his decree we have no hostility against your home and hearth and simply seek to collect for trial and punishment a criminal who is responsible for a deed most heinous as well as seek out his daughter First Princess Peola Amalia Tsertemina Renata Nelfess. Your cooperation in these matters would be most appreciated and should fortune favor it, his highness will seek to reach his hand to your leaders to seek accord! So it be said, so it shall be done!"
It wasn't long before the ships made planetfall and found a place to land that would allow them access to a city without disrupting its infrastructure. It looks like Peola has no place to hide anymore.
[1]
Not long after their arrival the group that moved through the area definitely stuck out from the crowd. Standing at their head was a giant of a man with an intricate crown of gold and was clad in an armored garb and a fur cloak. Accompanying him were knights and armsmen of smaller stature but were no less intimidating, as well as the burly figure who wore robes of such officiousness and pomp that they were a strong contrast to his build. Following them were men and women clad in all manner of finery and trim, some carrying themselves with arrogance and others with composure... nobility without a doubt. Trailing after them were servants of a multitude of description, clad in seemingly simple robes covered with intricate designs.
There was a large amount of howling and screaming as Serak, the King's wife was dragged past his entourage. Several shuffled away with discomfort... the King however gave his former wife a completely dispassionate look, nodding at an old man in robes of red and gold who stood in the shadow of his personal guard. The wizened figure seemingly flickered out of existence, only to reappear close by the guards who had the misfortune of having to haul away their monarch's deranged spouse and accompany them for reasons unknown.
How do you greet the newcomers?
[2]
"So I am to speak through this device and it will ensure I am heard?"
There's a confirmation from one of the techs. Apparently after hearing of her father's arrival Peola had decided to hide deeper in one of the Unity Group bases. This however did not prevent the king from arriving at one of them with ESUN's consent where he would use the communications systems in order to speak to his daughter.
"Thank you for your assistance... Now then..."
The king calmly clears his throat before bellowing into the mic.
"DAUGHTER! CEASE THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE! HIDING UNDERNEATH A DESK AND REFUSING TO SPEAK TO YOUR FATHER IS BENEATH THE DIGNITY OF A PRINCESS!"
[3] [Post-Prompt 2]
With the Peola finally finagled out of her hiding place, she is finally meeting with her father... though not alone. Due to things spoken over the comms it seems that the Princess had panicked and... accidentally declared to the King she was marrying someone. Currently she's standing in front of her father like a kid who had their hand caught in the cookie jar. Thankfully she isn't alone.
"We have much to speak of Peola... many things have happened in your absence.... however... before we go into that..."
"Is THIS who you have chosen to wed?!"
The king is now rushing up to you with a critical eye!
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[Oh dear god this was a terrible terrible idea...]
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"Met someone? Hoping to get married? AND YET YOU SAID NOTHING UNTIL THIS VERY MOMENT?"
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"DAUGHTER OF MINE...!"
"You should have said so earlier. It would spare us all so much trouble! I am looking forward to being introduced to that fiancee of yours. If they succeeded where all others have failed, they must be a person of extraordinary character. Dare I say, paragon even?"
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A.. alright. We'll...just give us a moment... we really weren't planning on...
Its really...
[Peola breaks off into fidgeting and mumbling. It looks like she's getting absolutely flustered but in fact she's panicking.]
... We'll meet you soon.