His Royal Majesty Prince Eadric Constance St. Lovitt of the Great and Powerful British Empire disembarked from his airship, his long, lavender-scented hair flowing in the breeze. Like most monarchs, his attire alone was a sight to behold. He wore a heavily embroidered jacket in the lush purple that was his nation's natural color; it was bedecked with many medals, some won for merely existing as royalty. His heeled boots were polished to perfection, and every step produced a loud, intimidating clack. At his side hung a rapier in a lovely sheath; though it was primarily for decoration, he could easily kill someone with it in a heartbeat.
Flanked by vassals on each side, he made his way to the castle, nodding at each German servant that greeted him. He already missed being on British soil; as nice of a place as Germany was, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that his nation was already falling apart without him.
He inconspicuously took a deep breath as he was seated in the dining hall; now was the time for composure. He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for the German monarch to make his appearance; he wondered what he would look like. Surely, as a king, he was years older. Probably blond and intimidating, like the Germanics of olde.
He glanced around the table, already being laid with food. At least the Germans seemed to have a sense of decency; it was definitely right around tea time, and if Eadric detested anything it was doing business before tea.
Flanked by vassals on each side, he made his way to the castle, nodding at each German servant that greeted him. He already missed being on British soil; as nice of a place as Germany was, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that his nation was already falling apart without him.
He inconspicuously took a deep breath as he was seated in the dining hall; now was the time for composure. He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for the German monarch to make his appearance; he wondered what he would look like. Surely, as a king, he was years older. Probably blond and intimidating, like the Germanics of olde.
He glanced around the table, already being laid with food. At least the Germans seemed to have a sense of decency; it was definitely right around tea time, and if Eadric detested anything it was doing business before tea.