World's Worst Engagement Party!!!

["House Ginaz" <house_ginaz@hotmail.com>]

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Jacob

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Grand Ballroom -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain)

        The ceiling in this room is very high and fashioned to look like the 
nighttime sky from the capital city on Marcinko. Light seems to emanate from 
hidden niches in the walls, and the lighting is kept dim enough that the 
'stars' above are always visible. The center of the room is a large open 
space; the gleaming wooden flooring is clearly intended for use as a dance 
floor. A small bandstand is off to the right of the entrance, and several 
long tables with wooden chairs stand on the left-hand side of the room. A 
large emblem dominates the middle of the dance floor.

        (OOC note: There are places here. Please type +places/help for help)

Players:
Elsa
Exits:
Marble Arch <S> leads to The Commons Wing -- Ginaz Embassy (Kaitain)

Elsa, dressed in her best black robes stands near the makeshift bar, a glass 
with a slightly amber appearance in hand. She is looking around to see 
familiar faces, and smiles as she sees the Marquis at last, and heads into 
his direction.

Jacob smiles softly and fidgets, looking a little bit nervous. His dress 
uniform is immaculately pressed, and he holds in one hand a snifter of some 
clear liquid ... no doubt strong alcohol, to calm the nerves.

Elsa halts in front of her Marquis and for the sake of it and the general 
public, curtseys politely. "Your Excellency. you look fan-tas-tic." she says 
to calm his nerves a little. Looking n his eyes, she toys with the thought 
of being less formal, but decides against it for now. "Need a chaperone, My 
Lord ?"

Jacob smiles again, looking a little distracted. "I would appreciate your 
support, Sister. This is ... surprisingly not as easy as I thought it would 
be."

Elsa nods and smiles softly. "I will remain close to you, then, if you will 
permit me, My Lord."

Jacob raises an eyebrow in mock amusement. "Why, you're an advisor, Sister, 
why would I not permit you?" He winks surreptitiously.

Elsa purses her lips, but she seems amused. "Let's not distract each other 
now, shall we, My Lord. Let's entertain the guests ?" Her eyes betray she 
would rather entertain you, however, but feels the need to keep her head 
clear of distractions. Which does not seem to include the whiskey in her 
hand, though.

Jacob smiles amusedly, his eyes twinkling. "Indeed, some of our guests will 
be here soon. Have you ... inquired about asking your superiors about making 
different arrangements for your position in my service?" He must be really 
curious if he's asking here and now.

Nikolai walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Margot walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Ian walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Elsa looks into the Marquis' eyes for a moment in amusement. "My Lord, that 
is for you to ask them. I will obey, naturally." she says and smiles 
brightly, before looking over to the newly arrived guests.

Sveena walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Margot enters the ballroom escorted by her niece, her mentat and a Ginaz 
escort who has her in lively yet polite conversation.

Jacob and Elsa stand huddled together, conferring quietly, as they watch the 
rest of the guests filtering in.

Nikolai makes his way into the room wearing his dress uniform, and striding, 
albeit as best he can with the limp. He makes his way over to Jacob and Elsa 
"Well, when is this little party supposed to begin my liege"

Jacob grins brightly. "Soon, soon indeed. Let's give the guests another 
moment or two ... Her highness isn't quite ready."

Nikolai smiles and nods "Finally I will get to meet her royal highness, 
indeed, one can say that I am the least bit curious on the one you shall be 
married to"

Sveena makes her way in with Margot, for the evening her long curls are 
piled on top of her head in braids as they fall down in waves along her 
body, she speaks softly to one of the guards and then looks around the 
ballroom, those starlight eyes of hers moving over the crowd to those she 
might know.

A young Ginaz guard clears his throat and announces. "The Duchess Atreides 
and her company have entered!"

Jacob turns to greet Margot and her entourage, bowing fluidly.

Nikolai turns to see Margot and Sveena, he smiles softly, as he sees them 
enter, and bows as well

Margot looks around the room, letting go of her skirts and thanking the 
escort that came with her. Looking to her small party to make sure 
everyone's accounted for she spies around the ballroom, looking for the 
happy couple. A second she stops, closes her eyes and lets out a little sigh 
before walking towards Jacob, both hands outstretched. "Cousin. It is so 
good to see you..."

Elsa, standing at the Marquis left side, curtseys gracefully to welcome the 
Atreides guests. Her eyes dart from the Duchess to the Lady 
Darleken-Atreides and the mentat.

Ian walks in behind Margot and Sveena, surveying the grand ball room with 
awe.

Jacob beams quietly as he speaks. "Greetings, Duchess. I am glad you could 
attend. I do not believe I've had the pleasure of meeting your fellow 
Atreides, here." He grins playfully.

Sveena follows with Margot, she catches Nikolai's bow and smiles softly with 
a graceful nod, before looking towards Jacob, she doens't speak as Margot 
makes the greeting, but she curties gently to Jacob as benfit his rank and 
gives a stunning smile in greeting, but her eyes move to Elsa and she adds 
another smile for her.

Margot kisses Jacob's cheeks and embraces him. "Let me introduce to you...." 
she turns to Sveena. "My niece, daughter of my father's sister Charlotte, 
The lady Sveena Atreides-Darleken..and..." she turns to Ian. "My mentat 
master Hallbrook."

Elsa makes a swift gesture with her left hand and a Ginaz waiter carrying a 
tray of refreshments nears the group, offering the guests to take whatever 
they please from the tray, which is filled with glasses holding various 
drinks.

Ian bows to everyone gracefully at being introduced. With a big smile he 
adds, "It is truly my pleasure to meet you My Lord and Lady."

Jacob grins and nods a greeting to each in turn. "It is my pleasure. Please, 
I would bid you all feel welcome in my Embassy ... we have beverages and 
food to suit every taste." He seems a bit nervous ... almost jittery.

Sveena smiles and assumes Jacob is just excited by his engamnebt to have 
forgotten there last meeting, as her eyes just sparkle and she smiles once 
more, "A pleasure..", she says in that beautiful voice of hers, before 
looking towards Ian and smiling at his wide eyed look before looking back 
towards Elsa and Nikolai.

Jacob gestures first to Nikolai, "The General Grigorovitch, my Warmaster, 
and ..." here he gestures to Elsa, "Sister Elsa Morante, tutor to my niece 
Sisay, with whom you are familiar."

Nikolai stands next to Jacob, though a large man in his own right, still 
just a few inches shy of Jacobs massive height. He nods in turn to each 
person "A pleasure, indeed, a true pleasure to be in the company of our fine 
friends and allies"

(OOC) Nikolai says, "Jacob meant to say The General Lord Grigorovitch ;P"

Elsa inclines her head deeply in greeting to the guests as she is 
introduced, but remains silent.

Margot nods aknowledging both of Jacob's people and looks around from there. 
With a grin she asks. "I don't know cousin, but shouldn't an engagementparty 
contain at least 2 people?"

Martin walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Sophia walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Jacob grins fiercely. "Her Highness will be down shortly ... she needed a 
little bit of extra time, I suppose." He shrugs lightly, clearly not 
understanding why she doesn't take 5 minutes to get ready, like a man does.

Sveena takes one of the glass as they are offered, she moves to the side a 
little to allow Margot and Jacob to speak, as her eyes move over the guests 
once more.

Martin follows the attendant into the room. He is escorting her Ladyship who 
has his arm. He has a pleasant smile on his face as he stops at the side of 
the doorway, momentarily speaking quietly to her Ladyship.

Nikolai moves over to Sveena and smiles "It has been some time since we have 
seen each other my Lady, I hope you are well"

Ian passes on taking a drink, and stands listening to the conversation, 
soaking in every detail.

Margot nods quietly to Jacob, a soft smile on her lips. "Ah...bridal 
reluctance..." she says in a knowing voice. "She'll be with us soon then."

Sveena looks up as Nikoali comes over and she smiles once more, "My lord, 
yes it has, and I am well, just been handling many things, and yourself?", 
she asks the large man in that soft lovely voice of hers.

Nikolai smiles "Never a day goes by that I don't have at least six staff 
meetings in which we fret over things that I never thought a military man 
such as myself would have to fret over" He chuckles and takes a glass of 
champagne from a passing servant "Needless to say, it has kept me busy, very 
busy"

Martin smiles and nods to her Ladyship. He escorts her across the room to 
their host. He bows respectfully to him. "Good Afternoon, Your Excellency. 
May I introduce you to Lady Sophia Moritani." He says with a smile.

Nikolai pauses with the arrival of the Moritani, and he bows to them, before 
returning to his coversation with Sveena, speaking quietly

Elsa's eyes look past the Duchess towards the newly arrived Moritani guests. 
Who would have thought that..new times certainly bring surprises. As they 
near, she curtseys to them, but remains silent to give the Marquis the 
opportunity to speak.

Sveena takes a small step away as she speaks softly to Nik, ebfore saying 
just a little louder, "Ahh, I can understand very well how such things can 
be my lord, but I am glad to see you were able to get away for much an 
event..", she says as she motions towards Jacob with a smile.

Jacob nods a greeting to Martin and his guest. "My greetings, Lord Rinaldi, 
Lady Moritani. Be welcome in my Embassy."

Margot frowns as Martin interrupts her conversation with Jacob, but given 
Jacob greets them she lets it slide.

Sophia takes a moment to return the pleasantries to both Her Ladyship and 
his Lordship, still remaining close to Lord Rinaldi for the time being.

Sveena nods towards Nikolai with understaning smile as she speaks again, 
though
her eyes move towards Martin and Sophia as they step near, she then turns 
back with a smile as she contuines speaking.

Martin smiles and nods to Lord Jacob. "Thank you, Your Excellency." He 
notices the Duchess Margot behind him and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, My 
apologies, Your Grace, Your Excellency. I did not mean to intrupt you. I 
simplely wish to introduce her Ladyship and to thank the host for this 
fete."

(OOC) Margot ums...you that unmannered to stand between two people having a 
conversation Martin?
(OOC) Martin says, "No, I just didn't see the pose of your position. Sorry. 
So, to help, I figured that his Jacob had to turn to us, putting you behind 
him."

Jenaa walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Several burly Ginaz Guards precede the Princess into the room. One steps 
forward and announces in a loud voice: "Her Highness the Na-Empress, Jenaa 
Alexandra Corrino!" The guards flank her but give her room to maneuver, and 
trail her as she moves.

Jenaa

        Jenaa Corrino is a slight young woman, a bit shorter than average, 
although she is fit and clearly athletic. Her dark hair is cut short, and 
provides a stark contrast with her smooth, clear skin. Dominating the 
refined, youthful features of her face are her eyes; large, expressive and 
intelligent, they appear black in all but the brightest of light and not 
even the faintest hint of blue touches the whites of them. In a jarring 
contrast to her otherwise smooth skin, a deep scar traces a faint curve 
across the left half of her neck.

        She wears a formal, sleeveless dark blue dress. It is just off the 
shoulders, and has a plunging neckline that descends in a graceful curve, 
ending in a shallow v-shape in the center of her chest. The bodice is of a 
deep, rich blue, and appears slightly lighter than the rest of the dress due 
to an intricate interleaved pattern sewn into the fabric with platinum 
thread that catches the light, and gives a cool lustre to the garment. The 
skirt is full, and falls in graceful waves that nearly reach the floor and 
sway in silent waves as she walks.

        She wears small sapphire earrings which echo the rich blues of her 
dress, and woven into her short hair is a small tiara of intricately styled 
platinum dragonflies.

        Picture and more info: 
http://www.bflonline.com/dune/profiles/jenaa.asp

Martin with Sophia on his arm is speaking to Jacob and Margot. Sveena and 
Nickolai are off talking to each other. Elsa and Ian are scattered about the 
room.

Margot quietly inspects Martin. "No offense taken..." she says slightly 
peeked. Touching Jacob's arm with a smile she says. "I'll let you to your 
other guests. Will you have an official time to present presents or can I 
present them to you at this point?"

Elsa's whiskey apparently is getting too warm in her hand and she finishes 
her drink, places the glass on the tray of a passing waiter and lifts a 
snifter of vodka off the tray, handing it to the Marquis silently, all the 
while smiling pleasantly and interested in the Duchess standing nearby, 
before being distracted by the entering Princess.

Nikolai turns at the announcement and looks over to the arrival of the 
Na-Empress, and bows deeply

Jacob murmurs lightly to Margot. "And there she is ..." He smiles softly and 
turns to watch her enter, a broad smile taking over his face.

Margots eyes follow Jacobs's eyes, curtseyeing as Jenaa enters.

Jacob nods and thanks Elsa for the refill. "There will be an opportunity 
later, Duchess."

Sveena turns her eyes as Jenaa, she tilts her head to the side as she looks 
the women over, slowly moving into a curtise benifiting the Princess rank.

Martin turns to hear the introduction of her Highness. He steps back, away 
from the two Siridar. He turns to watch her enter the room, bowing deeply.

Jenaa enters, wordlessly behind the cadre of Ginaz guards who announce her. 
Her expression is carefully neutral as she nods in acknowledgement of the 
gathered guests.

Elsa steps a few paces away from the Marquis now to let the Princess near, 
and her head inclines deeply as she curtseys.

Sophia turns to face the Na-Empress and curtsies deeply, taking a long 
moment to look at her through her heavy lidded eyes, she smiles softly, and 
turns back. "I believe I will take my leave and go engage in pleasntries of 
my own, Milord Rinaldi. I will call you if I need you." She curtsies to him 
and turns, scanning the crowd looking for a place where her presence ywould 
be most appreaciated.

Jacob bows deeply towards Jenaa and then strides swiftly towards her, his 
broad grin simply uncontainable.

Martin looks to her Ladyship and gives her a smile. "Of course, My Lady." He 
watches her disappear into the crowd, before turning back into the Highness.

Nikolai looks to Sveena and smiles "It seems that tonight will be a most 
joyous occasion"

Jenaa's eyes turn to Jacob as he approaches, her expression pleasant and 
diplomatic. She nods and dips a slight curtsey in his direction. A great 
expression of respect from one in her station.

Tat'iana walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Slade walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Jacob stops near Jenaa, smiling softly. He bows again, and holds out a hand 
to escort her to the front of the room ... presumably to make the formal 
announcement.

Caro walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Sveena looks up to Nik and smiles towards his word, nodding gently in 
agreement, but her eyes are on Jacob and Jenaa before she looks around just 
abit more, her starlight eyes moving among the crowd and towards the 
ballroom enterance.

Ian is completely entralled with the banquet, and continues to enjoy himself 
meeting and mingling with others.

Jenaa looks at Jacob for a long moment, then lifts her right hand and takes 
his. Still, her expression is placid and decidedly neutral.

Caro walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Jenaa senses, "Jacob is enthusiastic, and trying to not be offput by your 
formal demeanor. You can see the exuberance drain from him a little, but 
then when he touches your hand it seems to flow back into him."

You sense: Jenaa squeezes your hand -very- lightly as you take hers, but her 
expression does not change.

Sophia moves out towards the middle of the floor, taking a glass of 
champagne from a passing steward and sipping it lightly as she watches the 
proceedings.

There is a commotion at the archway, the tramp of feet heralding the 
approach of several booted persons. And, true to the sound, Imperial Noukker 
file into the hall through the archway and fan out, taking up positions at 
the most rigid of postures just inside the ballroom. Shortly after their 
entrance, one of the Noukker snaps to even tighter attention, his voice 
pitched to carry across the hall as he announces, "Her Imperial Majesty, 
Tat'iana Anstasovna Rastanyev-Corrino, Empress of the Known Universe."

And very quickly on the heels of the announcement follows the Empress, her 
progress into the chamber a more stately one. Her expression is carefully 
arranged to one of gentility, a slight smile on her lips. Behind her, a few 
more Noukker follow, bearing parcels and boxes, presumably the required 
gifts for the occasion.

Nikolai looks to the entrance of the empress, and drops to one knee as 
gracefully as possible, his hands tucked and head bowed.

Anatole walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Caro walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Jacob pauses on his way up to the front of the ballroom, and turns, still 
holding Jenaa's hand in a formal manner of escort. He bows deeply and 
fluidly, without letting go. His expression is similarly pleasant.

Margot turns from curtseyeing Jenaa to curtseyeing Tat'iana.

Elsa turns towards the entrance as the Noukker announcement is made, and she 
curtseys deeply to the Empress.

Anatole walks in, a short while after the empress. On his arm, rests the 
Lady Caro. Anatole himself looks pale, gaunt, and nothing like he normally 
does. The people in front of them mostly obscuring their entrance. Anatole 
seems less than happy to be here, but is trying, miserably, to put on a good 
face.

Ian bows deeply, with respect flowing from his every move.

Martin turns to take a glass from one of the wandering servants when he 
heards the approaching feet. He turns to the enterance and bows deeply with 
the announcement of Her Majesty, kneeling respectfuly.

Unlike the Empress, which he serves, his face is not one of gentility but 
one of strife and stoic duty. The Hegemon enters in behind her Majesty. The 
giant Sardaukar, rare sight these days, holds fast his spot beside Tat'iana. 
Scanning the room for anything that could be a threat.

Sveena moves into a deep curtsey as the Empress is announced, her eyes down 
to the floor, missing any enterances after Tat'iana for the moment.

Jenaa curtseys deeply to Her Majesty the Empress as she stands beside Jacob.

Tat'iana manages to keep her smile in place, inclining her head in deep 
respect first to the Host, and his betrothed, and then to the Duchess 
Atreides. Others are given a similar nod, but certainly of less depth than 
those high within the faufreluches would earn. She gestures, a hand lifting 
and lowering in almost a wave, before saying modestly, "Please... do 
continue, as you were..."

Nikolai rises after hearing the Empresses words, dusting himself off a bit 
as he does so, and takes another glass of champagne. He takes out a ornate 
pill box, a gift from someone perhaps, and drops a tablet of something in 
his drink, putting the pill box back and drinking

Jacob nods deeply in response and surveys his position. Finding all of the 
assembled guests in front of, rather than behind him, he decides to remain 
where he is. He stands ready to make an announcement, holding the Princess' 
hand high in the air, and awaits everyone's attention.

Jenaa senses, "Jacob squeezes your hand lightly and peeks at you out of the 
corner of his eyes."

Margot raises and smoothens out her skirts, turning to the happy couple 
again. She smiles at Jenaa and gives her a knowing smile before starting to 
mingle.

Elsa rises after the Empress' words and lets here eyes wander across the 
ballroom, surveying the guests even when her Marquis prepares to speak.

The Hegemon stands as he is, cold eye focused on a few things as it sits 
perched in his battered face looking over the crowd. The uniform does its 
best to make him appear sociable but sheer mass of the beast can not be 
restrained.

Jenaa looks briefly at Jacob, then returns her attention to the gathered 
nobles and the Empress. Her expression is pleasant and tranquil, but not the 
slightest glimmer of a smile touches her face.

Martin raises from his bow, slowly. He takes the glass from the servant that 
he was seeking. He looks about the room, sipping the wine. Noticing the new 
arrivals behind Her Majesty, He smiles, walking over to them. He gives a 
warm smile to Lady Caroline. He nods to Lord Anatole. "My Lord. I see you 
arrived with good company."

Sveena moves to stand once more, her eyes moving back to the center with 
Jacob's movements, she runs a hand down her skirts, even brushing a long 
curl from her side as she turns her eyes back to Nik as they were speaking, 
she smiles and takes a step the side as someone says something to her, she 
nods gracefully and speaks softly.

You sense: Jenaa gently squeezes your hand in return.

Caro returns her hand to Anatole's arm when she rises from her curtsey. She 
speaks softly to him and grins, then turns her attention to Martin.

Ian rises, straightening himself as he does so. He continues on cheerily 
about literature with another couple in the room.

Nikolai turns his attention to Jacob, who looks ready to speak, and waits, 
sipping his champagne

Anatole turns, and sees Jenaa with Jacob, as his attention is gathered to 
Martin, thankfully enough, and away from the couple. His eyes seem cloudy 
and bloodshot, but he does manage a weak smile, seemingly spurned on by 
Caro's quiet comment. "Yes Lord, the good Lady found it in her heart to take 
my arm, even as poor as I must look."

Martin nods to his lordship, He reaches up, patting him on the shoulder. 
"Your strength of will is commendable, My Lord." He turns back to look at 
the party only briefly, "I brought Lady Sophia, My Lord. I am sure you can 
be of great help to her." He leans forward to speak to him quietly before to 
her Ladyship. "Good Afternoon, My Lady. How are you?"

Tat'iana keeps her eyes on the front of the ballroom, where Jacob stands 
with Jenaa. She glances down a moment, a slight coloration rising to her 
cheeks. Perhaps, her arrival was ill-timed, it seems, and she's interrupted 
the progress towards his announcement. But she yet manages a warm smile, her 
hands folded neatly in front of her, as she awaits what it is that will be 
said.

Caro murmurs to Martin and looks around for a servant with a champagne tray, 
hoping to have the drink in her hand before the announcement is made.

Martin laughs out. He looks about the room. His face can barely hide the 
embarrassement of his reaction.

Jacob stands motionless before the collected crowd, and as it quiets he 
begins: "I am deeply honored by the presence of all of you today, Honored 
Guests. It is with the greatest of joy that I am able to publicly announce, 
in front of dozens of witnesses, our betrothal. Her Highness the Princess 
Jenaa Alexandra Corrino is to be married to me, Siridar-Marquis Jacob Anselm 
Ginaz. I am deeply honored by the importance of this gesture to me, and to 
House Ginaz." He pauses slightly, his eyes picking out a few faces in the 
crowd ... Tat'iana, Elsa, Anatole ... all surely for different reasons. "May 
I present for the first time to you, Her Highness, my betrothed." His voice 
rings clear in the large room, probably assisted by some mechanical device.

Anatole breaths out slightly, not saying anything, his face going a bit more 
pale. He has no glass to lift, and his eyes, after Jacob's, only lock on 
Jenaa's, whether she glances his way or not.

Nikolai smiles at the annoucnement, indeed, changing times, he looks about 
to the crowd assembled a moment, sipping his champagne again

Martin 's embarrassed smile disappears into a polite one. He raises the 
glass to the announcement. He lowers it and drinks it empty. He steals 
another glass from another servant.

Sveena raises her glass gently as she watches the couple, then moves on to 
others, maybe she arched an eyebrow about something but it's hidden within 
her curls as she moves to sip her drink. After the annoucnement she speaks 
to Nik gently before stepping away and moving into the crowd.

Caro takes two glasses of champagne and offers one to Anatole.

Nikolai nods as she does so

Ian raises the glass he aquired before Tat'iana came in to the couple, then 
drinks to them.

Sophia raises her glass and drinks deeply and raises her glass once more, 
smiling and looking twoards the couple.

Jenaa's eyes look about the room, her face an island of tranquility and her 
hand clasped within Jacob's. She nods as her eyes meet those of important 
nobles, and
again she curtseys to Her Imperial Majesty.

Elsa looks at the Marquis and the Princess with a bright smile, and then 
starts to applaud, in the back of her head knowing that if the Ginaz guards 
don't follow that example she'll look silly.. Fortunately, they do.

Sophia grings the glass back down, an odd smirk upon her lips.
Sophia claps softly, now obviously with something on her mind.

Anatole turns to the glass, offered to him, and shakes his head, "No thank 
you Lady. I fear I would not be able to keep it down...my 'joy' is 
overwhelming my appetite." There is a tinge, ever so slightly, of bitterness 
there.

Tat'iana's eyes scan the room as she watches the various reactions to the 
announcement. Her grey eyes linger on the Lord Ciccolini, an eyebrow 
twitching ever so slightly, as she sees how distressed he appears. Being 
that her hands are empty of champagne glass, she lifts them to applaud 
politely, her smile warming and spreading.

Margot manages to find herself a glass and a quiet spot, talking to with a 
Ginaz officer somewhere off to the side.

Caro is left with both hands holding champagne flutes, so no applause comes 
from her, but she toasts with one glass and then drinks the other for good 
measure, dropping the empties on a passing tray.

Slade turns his single eye and cold plasteel patch on them as well for the 
annoucement. The Emperor's Hand watching on and giving only a nod to the 
betrhothel. The Sardaukar glances over at the Imperial Mother to guage her 
status. Seeing her in good spirits the Hegemon turns back to the crowd.

Jacob turns to face Jenaa, and lowers his hand. "Shall we mingle, Highness? 
I would pay respects to Her Majesty." He releases her hand, albeit 
reluctantly.

Martin turns back to the Anatole and Caroline. His polite smile still there. 
He turns to her Ladyship speaking quietly with her for a moment before 
turning to Anatole. "Perhaps we can ask the servants for something else, My 
Lord."

Jenaa lets Jacobs hand go and nods, "Yes, my Lord," she says softly, "We 
should attend upon Her Majesty."

Tat'iana gives Slade a brief nod, before tilting her head to murmur quietly 
to him, "I require something to drink. You'll see to that, won't you?"

Jacob nods and purses his lips, perhaps suppressing some facial expression. 
"After you, Highness."

Elsa purses her lips for a moment, in thought about the lack of applause, 
before she regains her pleasant smile and makes her way towards the couple 
slowly, but not yet approaching them directly.

Anatole seems to catch Jenaa's glance, for but a second, and reaches out, 
clasping Martin's arm for a second, to steady himself, for some reason. 
Perhaps he had been drinking as of late, or perhaps some momentary weakness, 
but it passes quickly. "Lord, no thank you. I have no taste for these 
things, tonight...I am here, to pay respects, and offer congratulations in a 
more public forum." He glances towards Jenaa again, and less controled, his 
emotions are written well on his face, for all to see. He turns to Caro for 
a moment then, motioning to forward progress, "Shall we? Or would you prefer 
to talk with Lord Rinaldi?"

Caro answers Anatole softly, "I think both Lord Rinaldi and I will accompany 
you...." She glances hopefully at Martin, "If that's all right with him?"

Martin nods agreeing with Lady Caroline. "Of course, My Lady." He looks to 
Anatole. "My Lord, Lead the way."

Jenaa nods and makes her way across the chamber to stand before Tat'iana. 
Eyes lowered, she dips once more into a formal curtsey to greet the Empress 
of the Known Universe. "Your Majesty," she says softly, "We are so deeply 
honored that you would grace our gathering with your presence."

Jacob stands just behind and to the side of Jenaa, and he bows deeply to 
Tat'iana as well. He seems content to let her do the talking for the time 
being.

You sense: Elsa  has come closer to you again, and although not part of this 
discussion, seems to follow it with interest.

Anatole is clearly trying to stay, as far away from the happy couple as 
possible, leading Martin and Caro towards another corner of the room, where 
there might be other refreshments, or food. He does not partake, should they 
find any, but rather watches, the couple, from a distance, and speaks with a 
detached tone. "The Lady has quite a lovely embassy, I had not seen this 
part of it, when last I came."

Caro trails after Anatole, taking the opportunity to glance through the 
crowd for Elsa, hoping to make eye contact and beckon her over.

Martin follows behind Anatole and Caroline. He nods with he listens to the 
conversation, sipping the champaigne. He looks back around the room for a 
moment before turning back to them.

Elsa glances around, standing fairly close to Jacob and Jenaa although not 
part of their discussion with the Empress, and she notices Caro's looks. 
Briefly, the Sister makes a gesture in greeting to her.

Anatole sighs a little, trying to distact himself, from looking at Jenaa and 
Jacob, but the lack of response from his companions make that quite 
difficult. He does notice the exchanged glances between Elsa and Caro and 
asks, "Is she yet another Lady of House Ginaz?"

Tat'iana returns Jenaa's curtsey with a deep, although stiff nod. "His 
Majesty sends his deepest apologies for not coming himself. I'm sure I don't 
need to describe how great the weight of the Lion Throne can be on one's 
schedule." She gestures, indicating the Noukker behind her bearing their 
parcels. "We wished for you to have these gifts, a token of our affection 
and happiness for your most well-suited match."

Caro says, "Lady Morante is tutor to His Excellency's nieces." Even if 
Anatole isn't feeling like refreshments, Caro is, and she helps herself to 
something sweet and another glass of champagne, "I have had cause to seek 
her advice on many things myself since arriving on Kaitain."

Jacob nods deeply in a show of gratitude and respect. "We are honored, Your 
Majesty. May I inquire as to your health and the health of their Highnesses 
your children?"

The tight lipped Sardaukar flicks a small signal to the Noukkers for them to 
approach with the gift. A two man group holding a box each forms up to the 
other side of the Empress so that she can present the gifts at her leisure.

Martin looks about the room again, before turning back to Anatole and 
Caroline. He smiles and nods to them. "Yes, Lady Elsa is rather 
informative."

Anatole nods, smiling a bit, with little mirth in it, yet again. He even 
mutters under his breath, as Tat'iana makes her comment, "Perfect match..." 
and a furrowing of his brow can be clearly seen. "What does she know about 
it..."

A House Ginaz guard standing near Anatole bristles, overhearing his comment. 
Apparently they've been attending to him closely all along. The young guard 
says nothing nor makes any move, but it's very clear he heard.

Jenaa nods, her eyes still downcast, "Of course, Your Majesty. If you would 
be so kind, I should be happy if you would convey my warmest regards to His 
Sublime Majesty, and my regrets that he could not attend."

Elsa's eyes briefly dart in the direction of the corner of the ballroom 
where she heard her name spoken before returning her attention on the couple 
in the presence of Her Majesty, and seizes another drink from a passing 
waiter. She halts him and whispers something to the man, and then he makes 
his way to Her Majesty to offer her a drink from the tray he carries, 
looking over at her impressive guard to see if it is alright to approach.

Slade bends down to whisper to the Empress some. Words are hard to 
understand and more than likely the mean is concealed in code.

Caro speaks softly to Anatole, "My Lord, perhaps...as you're not feeling 
well? Should I call your House Suk to come take you home?"

Tat'iana nods to Slade as she steps aside to give the Noukker room in which 
to open the cases they bear.

As the lid of the first case is opened, a matching pair of capes is 
revealed, both of the deep, dark purple of House Ginaz in a heavy velvet. 
The softest fur lines each cloak, and the manner of their folds reveal they 
are embroidered with the crest of the House. Dragonflies chase the edging of 
the capes in elaborate emboidery. Hagalian crystal enclosures wink in the 
light of the chamber.

The Hegemon motions for the servant to approach the Empress with a drink.

Anatole turns to Caro, shaking his head, "Nonesense. I can't leave before I 
pay my respects, and offer my congratulations to the both of them. After 
all, this is a happy day is it not?" His voice grows steadily louder, and 
steadily more bitter, as he speaks. Perhaps he has already drank a 
bit...before arriving.

Jenaa nods and presses a slight smile to her face as the first case is 
opened, "How lovely," she says softly, "The detail on the dragonflies is ... 
simply exquisite..."

The young Ginaz servant hardly keep the tray balanced in his eagerness to 
serve the Empress well, but the man can only have his attention at one thing 
at a time, thereby forgetting to contain his blush. he offers the tray to 
Her Majesty to take whatever drink she desires silently.

Caro speaks more firmly now, "My Lord, I think it might be better to wait. 
No one will fault you if your salutations are postponed until another time."

Jacob nods his appreciation as well. "Quite breathtaking."

Slade inspects the servant as he approaches and waves a snooper over the 
drinks. Only when he is sure that nothing is tampered with and nothing is 
afoot does the nod to the Empress that the drinks are safe.

Taking their cue from the Empress, the second case is opened, in it gifts of 
a more personal nature -- Hagalian crystal cufflinks, carved in a stylized 
representation of dragonflies, and a pair of leather-bound books. Tat'iana 
gestures to the books as she takes the offered glass in her other hand, her 
voice lowered to murmur to Jenaa, "The poetry of Anaia Andra, and the only 
books of hers I have ever been able to find. I had them bound more nicely, 
so that they will last quite a good bit of time. I've found much comfort in 
reading her words, for some reason. I hope it brings you the same."

Martin looks to Lady Caroline and speaks quietly with her before turning to 
Anatole. "Of course, My Lord. We should honour the Princess and congratulate 
them both."

Jacob inspects the gifts with an appraising eye. "You honor us greatly, Your 
Majesty." He lowers his head in a display of deep respect.

Martin nods to her Caroline. He looks to Anatole with concern. "Are you 
alright, My Lord. You seem to grown rather pale. Perhaps you need some air."

The flushed waiter attempts to smile at the Empress, grateful for being 
recognized, but as she hardly looks at him he withdraws, heading towards the 
kitchen to catch his breath.

Jenaa's eyes widen, her diplomatic patina fading away rapidly. She swallows, 
eyes darting to the gift and back up to the Empress. Her mouth opens as 
though to speak but she seems to fail at finding any words, and moisture 
begins to well up in her eyes, though no tears fall.

Jacob glances up from his pose, to regard the Princess. His expression is 
mildly confused, and not without concern.

Jenaa draws a deep breath as she turns to Jacob, her voice shaky, "Is this 
not delightful, my Lord?" Her eyes move, hesitantly to Slade, and linger on 
his presence for a few seconds, before returning to look on the gifts. She 
seems visibly shaken by something.

Anatole shakes his head again, and still has his eyes locked on Jenaa. As 
she begins to falter, in her diplomatic mask, his mood shifts yet again, and 
his hand reaches out, in a long distance attempt to rest a hand on her arm, 
wishing he could. "I do not want to leave her....not yet Lord, Lady."

Jacob murmurs softly, "Marvelous, Highness. Marvelous." His hand twitches as 
if he's having a hard time restraining it.

Without little other ceremony, Tat'iana steps forward to embrace Jenaa, her 
head turning as she presses a cheek to the other woman's. Her lips move, but 
being that what she says is intended only for the ear her lips are so close 
to, not even those closest to them might hear what is said.

Elsa looks at the Princess and takes a sip from her drink to hide surprised 
look. She smiles brightly at the Marquis, knowing all too well he loves 
these poems, but then seems to realize it could be regarded she is 
interfering, and she quietly turns her attention to others in the ballroom.

Jacob, indeed, takes a step back to give the two women some modicum of 
privacy, rather than leaning in.

Slade's eye falls on the Princess watching her as she looks at him. As the 
Princess and Empress embrace the Sardaukar flicks his tiny eye over at the 
Marquis for a second.
Using Sardau, Slade says, "... ... ..."

Martin looks to the crowd gather around the Empress and then back to 
Anatole. He sighs and moves behind him, offering an arm to help him stand. 
He speaks quietly to him. "My Lord, You don't look well. I think you need 
rest."

Caro gives up trying to talk Anatole out of doing whatever it is he wants to 
do, and wanders back for more refreshments.

Jenaa embraces the Empress warmly, her shoulders seeming to slump slightly 
as she does so... her cheek pressing against Tat'iana's. She whispers 
something in response, but her words, too, are far too faint to be heard by 
any but the Empress.

Anatole turns now to Martin, pushing him away a little bit, his eyes still 
locked on Jenaa though, even if he turns to gather Martin out of the corner 
of his eye, "I said I will not leave her ye....." And suddenly, he collapses 
onto the ground, letting out a shout of surprise, or pain, his leg giving 
out.

Martin turns to nearby guards. "Please. Help me. Lord Anatole is not well." 
He moves over to him, helping him up.

Two young guards rush forth to assist with Anatole, looking to Martin for 
direction.

The Hegemon watches the man fall, being that he is a Sardaukar, lets a small 
snort out but returns back to his stoic nature.

Martin directs them to help him, as he takes one shoulder. He motions for 
one to take the other. He looks to the second guard. "Clear us a path out of 
here."
"You must come see Corrin and Anuril sometime," Tat'iana says aloud as she 
steps back from Jenaa. The commotion in the far corner catches her 
attention, and she looks to Jacob pointedly. "I had no idea the Ginaz threw 
such wild parties... perhaps the Harkonnen and the Moritani are giving 
lessons these days?"

Ratner walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Jacob turns slowly, seeing the commotion, and frowns. To one of his nearby 
guards, he orders: "Go help. Get him out of here." He dismisses the guard 
with a flick of his wrist.

He turns back to Tat'iana. "My most sincere apologies. Despite our best 
efforts, it seems one guest has his heart set on causing a scene. He will be 
dealt with."

Slade notices Empress taking note of the commotion. To the Noukkers, the 
Sardaukar leader sends hand signals and other silent commands. Visibly the 
Noukker contingent tenses at anything that might be dangerious.

Elsa glances over at the commotion briefly before taking another sip and 
trying to make eye contact with Jacob as he glances past her to the Moritani 
source of the commotion.

Jenaa smiles as she steps back, a tear slipping down her cheek as she nods, 
"Yes, Majesty. I should -love- to see them as soon as possible."

Jenaa senses, "Jacob steals a quick glance and makes his concern evident, 
withough giving /too/ much away to everyone else."

Anatole tries his best, to push the guards off him. Not fighting them, so 
much as refusing help. His mood changes yet again, to that of a man, wanting 
to stay, and wanting to remain quiet. He shoots a glance to Martin, that 
says volumes about a talk they will have later, but turns to the guards, 
"Please, I am fine." He brushes himself off, "I need not your help, it was a 
momentary tremble in a muscle." He looks back at Jenaa for a moment again, 
clearly intent on staying.

You sense: Jenaa is deeply shaken, but will be okay. Already, her aura of 
diplomatic reserve is returning, and she begins to hold herself in the regal 
manner befitting her position.

The Ginaz guards back off, but remain close to Anatole in case they are 
needed.

Enter giant number two from the Commons Wing, the Na-Marquis Ratner makes 
his way into the ballroom and toward his brother with a kind smile and 
gentle nod to various guests. The spectacled fellow flicks back his boyish 
hair and then pauses, hesitant to admit himself into their conversation 
while Anatole is busy making a scene.

"Ah.. well, I regret that it is soon time for another feeding. I am required 
at the Palace, of course," Tat'iana murmurs to her host and hostess, smiling 
apologetically. "And I should allow you to tend to your other guests. How 
selfish of me to have taken so much time."

Martin sighs and nods. "Very well, My Lord. Perhaps then you will take a 
seat and rest." He steps away from the Lord slowly.

Jenaa smiles shakily and curtseys to the Empress, dipping her head deeply.

Caro stands nearby the Moritani Lords, sipping champagne and glancing around 
the room once again now that she has the chance to see who else has come to 
the party.

Jacob bows deeply to Tat'iana. "We are honored by your presence, Your 
Majesty, and thankful for your time. Please send our greetings and best 
wishes to His Majesty as well as to Their Highnesses, though they be too 
young yet to understand them." He smiles charmingly but goofily at that 
last.

Anatole brushes himself off again, looking around at the guards surrounding 
him....just like old times. "I am quite fine Lord. A bit weak from lack of 
sleep perhaps, but certainly my leg will not give out again, I think." that 
last comment shot right at Martin.

Elsa momentarily turns away from the couple and makes her way to one of the 
Ginaz guards, whispering something to him. He nods and speaks into his 
communicator, and the Sister makes her way back to the couple, flicking a 
brief glance into the corner where the Moritani Lords linger with the Lady 
Zaug.

Tat'iana passes off her glass to the nearest servant, dipping her head low 
in a deep nod. "I will be sure to do so," she offers in a final murmur, 
befure turning to make her way out through the archway. The fanned-out 
Noukker formation collapses upon itself, as they form up to escort the 
Empress out.

Martin nods to him, turning to head up to the couple, disappearing into the 
crowd.

Elsa sees her chance to congratulate the couple, like almost everybody else, 
and heads towards them with a smile.

Ratner supresses a chuckle at his brother's comment, and decides that 
Anatole's behaviour is suitably over. He begins to step closer to the group 
in general, then pauses, and instead takes a step back to make way for 
Tat'iana, "Your Imperial Majesty..." he murmurs, and dips into a deep, 
almost-genuflective bow. Apparantly, his attempts to join the conversation 
are to be perpetually thwarted tonight.

Tat'iana walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Slade steps foward some bowing to the Princess. "Your Highness, it was good 
to see you once more." The giant Sardaukar turns sharply and makes his way 
out with the Empress and the Noukkers.

Jenaa nods to the giant Sardaukar, "And you as well, Hegemon."

Slade walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Anatole looks up towards the couple, not desiring to stay too much longer, 
but wanting to speak, if just for a moment, to Jenaa, and so he, wearily, 
starts to move towards them. His eyes locked on the princess, and almost 
obvivious to the Ginaz at her side, or anyone else.

Caro finds an arriving guest a welcome distraction and goes out to greet the 
newest well-wisher and guide them to the ballroom.

Caro walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Jacob takes a moment to lean in and whisper something to the Princess, 
before turning to see who is next.

Martin finally pasts through the crowd of well-wishers to join up with the 
couple. He awaits behind them the line, but definitely wishing to speak with 
the couple.

You whisper, "Be strong. I'm here." to Jenaa.

Caro walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Jenaa looks upon the Lord Ciccolini as he approaches and nods as Jacob 
whispers something into her ear.

The two young guards that helped the Moritani Lord earlier now accompany him 
towards the couple.

Charlotte walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Caro murmurs softly to Charlotte, "You've just missed Her Imperial Majesty, 
My Lady, but as you can see, the happy couple are still here."

Elsa watches the Moritani Lord approach and decide to let him congratulate 
the couple first.

Charlotte nods slightly at Caro with a slightly disappointed look, but spots 
Ian and makes her way toward him offering a nod in greeting.

Ian sees Charlotte over on the other side of the room, and walks over to 
her, as the gift giving has begun.

Anatole walks the last few steps up to Jenaa and Jacob, bowing his head to 
them both. His eyes remain on Jenaa the entire time, sullen, sunken in, a 
world of emotion lies just barely below the surface, bubbling up as he 
speaks, "My...congratulations to both of you, Highness, Marquis....My house 
will be giving you both our gift, I'm sure, I would rather make a more, 
private presentation, at a later date, something from my heart."

And, as quickly as the Empress leaves, Ratner lifts himself from bowing with 
a little creak, then turns to reach his brother. Again: A pause, and this 
time a sigh from the Na-Marquis, as Lord Budding-Actor-Moritani decides to 
go for his brother first. Perpetually thwarted...the giant decides to give 
up for the time being, and reaches out for a glass of wine from a passing 
waiter, standing awkwardly by himself.

Caro moves off in another direction, toward Ratner.

Jenaa nods to the Moritani Lord, her expression tranquil, but her eyes fixed 
intently upon his. "Thank you, my Lord. Your warm wishes are most deeply 
appreciated."

Jacob nods slightly, inclining his head. Though he watches intently, he 
seems content to remain on the periphery of the conversation. He does glance 
at Jenaa, and then return his gaze to Anatole, his expression guarded.

Charlotte offers Ian a smile and leans over to speak quietly to him, her 
face ever glowing with that business-like smile.

Ratner, though, hasn't noticed Caro, and begins to walk back to the Commons 
Wing, wine in hand.

Ratner walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Anatole smiles a little, or at least attempts to. It comes off as more of a 
forced grin, than anything else, his gaze still locked on the princess. 
"That is all I can hope for Highness....that in some way, I can bring 
you....both happiness."

Martin watches as Anatole talks with the Princess and the Lord. He closes 
his eyes for a moment and mutters under his breath. He looks back up at 
them, watching with a mask of politeness.

Charlotte nods at Ian and then turns her attention back toward the happy 
couple, still all smiles.

Martin mutters to himself, "Damn"

Jacob barely suppresses a light snort, but otherwise remains silent and 
neutral in expression.

Scaurus walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Jenaa smiles weakly and nods, her own expression also appearing very much 
forced, though her words are studied and smooth, "Thank you, my Lord, for 
your kindness."

Lo and behold, enters the Master of what makes the Universe go round, 
complete with a couple of Imperial Guards. The Managing Director of the 
Combine Honnete makes his way straight towards Jenaa and Jacob, no second 
thought for any of those around him, or if there is someone already taking 
to the couple. His eyes are piercing, direct, and as several minor nobles 
give him a light nod, he pays them absolutely no heed. Man on a mission? 
Apparantly, yes, given that the valet by his side is carrying a package.

Caro seems happy enough to stand off to the side, sipping champagne and 
watching the pomp and circumstance...

Anatole turns, after a weak smile to Jenaa, having heard that snort from 
Jacob, and shoots him a glance, one that could chill the fires of hell, 
"Something troubling you Marquis? Does my offer of congratulations displease 
you in some way?"

Jacob's eyes twinkle and the corners of his lips tug upwards in amusement. 
He speaks very softly, but his words carry. "I am far from displeased, Lord 
Ciccolini. But I do suggest you contain yourself lest you find /you/ have 
reason to be displeased." He looks quite unperturbed by Anatole's glare.

Nikolai stands off to the side, drinking his champagne, sipping his 
champagne and exchanging pleaseantries with the the Lords and Ladies in 
attendance

And the Treasurer is abruptly stopped by Anatole, who is in his way. 
Restraining himself from ordering his escort to remove the man, he decides 
to exert all the tact in his inventory, and clears his throat rather loudly. 
He glances toward Jenaa, and his lips twitch in a bit of a smile, before his 
gaze rests upon Anatole, and he speaks in that raspy, deep tone of his, "Is 
there anything further you require from Her Highness and His Excllency? I am 
on a most tight schedule, my lord."

Alvstad Courier walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Elsa follows the gentleman's conversation between the Moritani Lord and her 
Marquis with more than casual interest, but is distracted by the Treasurer, 
for the first time with something that resembles something other than 
neutral to see him.

Caro smiles to herself and finds that, after her fourth or fifth glass of 
champagne, she is enjoying the party much more than she was before.

Jenaa nods formally, one more time to the Lord Ciccolini and shifts on her 
feet to look at the Imperial Treasurer who has approached.

Nikolai looks about, and notices that most of those in attendance have 
offered congradulations to the couple. Nikolai hands his empty glass to a 
passing servant. He makes his way over, though standing towards the back of 
the group assembled, waiting to be acknowledged

Slade walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Anatole looks over at Jacob, his eyes filled with fury, with hurt, pain, and 
anguish, and then the voice of Scaurus hits his ears, and instinctively, 
unable to contain himself, he wheels around, a fist balled up, and punches 
Scaurus directly in the jaw, yelling out a response, "Screw your 
schedule...."

Nikolai eyes widen at the striking of a royal person in the Embassy and 
looks to Jacob as he moves to detain Anatole

Alvstad Courier lightly brushes a few particles of dust from his white 
shirt, neatly side-stepping into the crowd to avoid any ensuing messiness. 
One does not grow up on Alvsgaard without learning how to survive a good 
brawl.

Martin looks utterly surprised at the reaction. He immediately steps foward 
between to make sure nothing else happens. "My Lords!" He looks to her 
Highness with an apologetic look.

Jenaa steps back quickly, her eyes wide.

Jacob barks a quick order and Anatole is instantly surrounded by six Ginaz 
guards. They use no force, but merely attempt to restrain him before he 
causes further harm to other guests.

To say the least, the Treasurer is startled at the incoming fist, and has no 
time whatsoever to respond. He slides to the right when hit, and then 
tumbles to the ground, blood splattering from his lip. There he lies on his 
side for a moment, eyes wide, startled, before gaining his senses, and from 
his vantage point on the ground, pointing to Anatole, "Arrest this man! 
Immediately! Detain him, guards!"

Nikolai looks to Jacob "Shall I have him escorted out my Liege?"

Another quick order from Jacob, and a medical team rushes in to attend to 
Scaurus. Jacob steps protectively in front of Jenaa ... she should still be 
able to see, but his guard instincts have kicked in. He remains silent and 
studies the situation coolly.

Caro isn't sure how to react, and too much to drink adds to her confusion. 
She blinks and looks at Anatole in surprise.

Anatole is held by the guards, he does not struggle, and his glare at 
Scaurus fades away just as quickly as he looks back to Jenaa. He sighs a 
little, meeting her gaze for a moment possibly, before looking away, 
dejected, ashamed, and defeated.

Elsa feels at a disadvantage standing behind both the Treasurer and the 
Moritani Lord, and makes a move to pass them both to stand almost next to 
the Princess, although several yards away still, nodding a smile to her 
briefly.

Martin looks to Lord Jacob. "Your Excellency. I am deeply sorry by this 
incident." He says glaring at Anatole. "The Countess will be most upset with 
him. I ask for your deepest mercy for Lord Anatole."

Good thing the Sardaukar arrived when he did, it does not seem as though the 
feet hit the ground and the Hegemon is over to the ruckuss. Now the Hegemon 
speaks and loudly. "Out of my way, now! Imperial Hegemon coming through!" 
The sheer mass of the Sardaukar presses though and makes his way over to 
Anatole. "What the hell is your malfunction, retard? Your ass is under 
Imperial Arrest."

Nikolai moves to Jacobs side and speaks softly
Nikolai whispers: Best to hand him over to Imperial Control my liege

Jenaa leans, peering around Jacob's towering form as she attempts to get a 
look at what's happening.

Scaurus flails his arms about, lifting himself up and brushing away the 
medical team, "Go, leave me!" he rasps, taking out a handkerchief and 
dabbing the side of his bleeding lip. The maniacal gaze in his eyes is 
pointed directly to Anatole, "How dare you! Just who do you think you are?! 
He takes a step back, swaying a little from the impact, or perhaps 
restraining himself from lunging at Anatole in defense, "Take him! Get him 
out of my sight!" he barks, turning to look at the guests, then back at 
Jenaa and Jacob with a scowl.

Jacob turns around to look at Jenaa, and in a low voice, asks insistently. 
"Highness ... are you all right?" Seeing her gaze he moves out of the way so 
that she can see, while still able to protect her if need be.

Anatole looks back, a little, towards Jenaa, ignoring Slade, ignoring 
Scaurus, pretty much everyone, but Jenaa.

Nikolai looks to Scaurus "My Lord, are you alright?"

Martin turns to Scaurus. "How dare you, My Lord. Lord Anatole is a member of 
House Moritani and paying his respects. If you were curtise enough you would 
have waited."

Jacob orders his men to hand Anatole over to Slade. His gaze is cold. 
"You've disgraced yourself, Lord Ciccolini. You will never set foot in my 
Embassy again. And you have disrespected Her Highness ... and her Engagement 
party."

Elsa stands by the Princess side, face neutral, and silent.

Scaurus regains some of his composure, nodding to Nikolai, "Yes, yes, I'm 
alright..." he looks at the now bloody handkerchief, and then places it back 
on the wound, before looking to Martin and growling, "Then you had best find 
him a suitable representative to speak in his place -when- I receive an 
apology for this insulting, violent behaviour. May I suggest, my lord, that 
you do not represent him yourself, because your mindset is clearly upon a 
level which is less than exemplary to his." he raises and lowers his brows, 
eyes widening at the very same time.

Slade shoots a glare over at Martin and Scaurus as places restraints on 
Anatole. "Both of you will shut your mouths or I will personally snap your 
necks right here now!"

Caro is glad she's half-way across the room as things seem to be turning 
ugly.

Anatole looks directly at Jacob now, after catching Jenaa's glance for a 
moment, whoever is holding/handcuffing/restraining him is offered no 
resistance. "Marquis, with all due respect, I hope you two are happy, and 
that you can protect her. Rather than keep an ally, you have made another 
enemy here today. You know how my heart breaks for her, and you laugh at my 
pain..."

Nikolai eyes glare as he starts to move towards Anatole "Do you dare 
threaten my liege"

Martin glowers at the Hegmon, but when he hears Anatole, he pales. He sighs 
out, mutter under his breath.

Martin mutters to himself, "... What..."

Elsa finally offers some advise. "Could you please take this outside, My 
Lords?" she says, smiling pleasantly.

Jacob turns his attentions back to Jenaa again. "Highness ... what would you 
have me do? I defer to you."

Jenaa senses, "Jacob would very much like for you to ask him to defend your 
honor and slay the man, but he's willing not to."

Scaurus spins on his heel, away from Martin, and does as he is told, to an 
extent. Sardaukar can be very persuasive people, however the Treasurer 
gestures for his valet to give him the present, and Scaurus then makes his 
way closer toward Jenaa and Jacob, "Although this is -not- the time for the 
matter...I did have a purpose here. Please accept this humble present as 
congratulations on your forthcoming marriage...I apologize that it's 
delivery is so ill-timed, however events are sometimes quite out of our 
control..." he holds out the present toward a servant, which has a note 
attached on the top, "Your Highness, Your Excellency..." he murmurs, nodding 
to both. A final glare is aimed at Anatole before the Treasurer turns, and 
departs.

Jacob nods seriously to Scaurus, motioning for a servant to accept the gift.

Delana walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Shane walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Shane enters with Delana on his arm, the two talking of course quietly as 
they glide through the Embassy and towards the reception, such that it is. 
The youthful swordmaster bears a smile upon his features, as he does of 
course seem utterly enraptured with his fiancee.

Nikolai stands waiting to see what will happen next

The Hegemon summons over leives that were with Scaurus. "Take this Lord 
Anatole to my ornithopter. Scaurus, you and you," he points to Martin, "I 
want to speak with you both shortly."

Martin looks to the Imperial Hegemon. He sighs and nods. "Of course, My 
Lord."

Jenaa clears her throat, obviously disturbed by this whole situation. "I 
think, perhaps the Lord Ciccolini has had a bit too much champagne. If he is 
allowed to have a bit of fresh air, I'm ... certain he will feel much 
better..."

Elsa sighs softly and turns to the Princess. "Your Highness...I hope you 
will not allow your day to be spoiled in this manner. I wish to congratulate 
you with all my heart." she says ans smiles warmly at Jenaa, in an attept to 
get things back to how they should be.

Emylie walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Delana chuckles huskily at something Shane has said, not that irritating 
twittering giggle that she hates from most women. She has her arm draped 
around his, walking a tad closer than she really has to but not indecently 
close. For an arranged situation, they certainly seem to have become at 
least friends if not more. Hard to tell just visually of course. She glances 
around at the room, getting the lay of the land so to speak, then recognizes 
there is some tension in the room. Her step falters for a moment as she 
tries to get her bearings.

Jacob nods, listening to Jenaa and turns to Anatole. "I expect a full 
written apology and appropriate recompense made to Lord Scaurus, as well as 
to myself and Her Highness. You can be sure that I will make the Contessa 
aware of your unacceptable behavior. You can also assume that you are no 
longer welcome on any property controlled by House Ginaz. I urge you to stop 
now, while that is the only fallout from your actions." Then he turns to 
Slade. "Please take him away, Hegemon, before he forces my hand into 
something more ... rash." The glint in his eye seems to indicate that he's 
not all too displeased with that possibility.

Shane purses his lips thoughtfully. Giving a look over to the 
Siridar-Marquis and of course the Imperial contingent, the swordmaster does 
the smartest thing he could and that's put his hand over Delana's, meaning 
that both hands are about as far away from his swords as possible. Good idea 
for a Swordmaster in this situation. So then, he turns to the side, making 
sure that he and Delana are out of the way, at least for the moment, while 
he tries to play catch-up and see what else may perhaps be going on. Leaning 
over, Shane whispers something to Delana.

Jenaa, eyes wide, still looks around Jacob to see the activity, she wrings 
her hands together nervously.

Alvstad Courier straightens his cape, wondering if perhaps the after-event 
refreshments will include herring on those delightful little wheat crackers.

Emylie slips quietly into the room, hovering by the door, her eyes darting 
furtively about the room, taking it all in. Hugging the side of the room, 
she works her way over towards Lady Caro, craning her neck to see why the 
crowd is all huddled about.

Martin listens to Jacob passes sentence on Anatole. He looks to Shane as he 
walks in. A moment of relief passes through him. He looks to Lord Jacob. 
"Her Excellency will, of course, informed of the events."

"What will be decided of him will be at the Emperor's choosing or an 
appropreiate person. For now he will get to cool off in a Imperial holding 
cell." Slade turns to Anaotle. "The other prisoners are going to love you. 
No worry about being alone tonight. Guards take him to my ornithopter. I 
will be there shortly." Slade turns back to the crowd as he takes out a note 
book and pen.

Jacob nods seriously to Martin.

Nikolai shakes his head a moment and leaves the group gathered, going to the 
other side of the ballroom to speak with a few staff officers that have 
emerged

Anatole nods sighing a little, and then glares back at Jacob, "You would 
prefer that wouldn't you? Removing me entirely....I will not go gently 
Marquis, nor will my house!" With that he glances once more, to Jenaa, as he 
is pulled out, and mouths two simple phrases, 'I am sorry,' and 'I love you'

Pavel walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Caro smiles when she sees Emylie approaching and moves to meet her half-way, 
"You've missed the...." and her voice drops to a whisper as she finishes 
what she was saying.

Delana's face shows her concern for the moment as she looks for her Uncle. 
Brow furrowed, eyes showing her worry, she then turns her attention back to 
Shane and leans a bit more heavily against his arm as he finds a comfortable 
spot to the side for them to remain out of the way. She does not the 
movement of his hands to her own, having learned enough in her own training 
to realize he is making a statement in that way. The raised voices make her 
wince and she finds the toes of her shoes quite interesting for the time 
being.

Nikolai seems to be issueing orders to the officesr who nod and scurry back 
towards the way they came. A servant passes by, and Nikolai grabs two 
glasses of champagne, drinking one quickly, and placing it on the tray, and 
sipping the other one

Jacob reddens visibly as he watches Anatole. He steps forward and bellows 
directly into Anatole's face. "You go too far, Ciccolini! You will now 
accept responsibility for your actions with a taste of my blade!" He turns 
wildly and assessed the crowd. "Let all be witness to my challenge. Does 
Lord Ciccolini accept?" He turns, eyes feral, to face Anatole.

Emylie clasps Caro's hands in her own, warmly. Pitching her voice softly, 
she says, "My goodness, but there is a ruckus, here no?" She looks towards 
the Hegemon and the captive Moritani. "Did you get my note?" she whispers.

Nikolai drops his glass and rushes, as quickly as he can to Jacob "My liege 
no"

Pavel enters with a broad, beaming smile. He smiles wider as he spies Jenaa 
and begins to move towards the Princess. As he hears the challenge from 
Jacob, he moves with more purpose towards the Siridar.

Emylie draws a sharp breath, backing towards the far corner.
Emylie walks into a secluded corner.

Caro walks into a secluded corner.

Jacob holds a hand out to Nikolai, ordering him to stand down. His eyes 
brook no disobedience.

Alvstad Courier executes a delicate maneuver that places him directly beside 
Pavel. Tugging on the gentleman's sleeve, he whispers something to him.

"Get him out of here before I kill you as well!" Slade yells at the guards. 
The Hegemon walks over. "Marquis, a word if you please."

Shane frowns, slightly. Great timing for the swordmaster to arrive, but as a 
duel is offered. Gently, he looks to Delana, as he releases her hands, for 
just a moment. He too steps forward now, only a step, having no choice of 
course as Swordmaster but to step in at a moment as this. He looks over to 
Anatole, wishing probably for the first time in Imperial History that the 
Burseg and all had actually whisked away someone half a second sooner. "Your 
Excellency," as well, please the formal albeit urgent tone of the fellow 
Ginaz. It's clearly a request...

Elsa sighs and purses her lips, not daring to intervene her Lord, and moves 
even closer to the Princess side.

Nikolai stops as Jacob holds a hand out to him. He flips on his communicator 
and moves back to his spot, were servants are now cleaning the mess he made

Martin walks straight behind the Hegemon as he drags out Anatole. He draws 
his dagger and uses the hilt of it to slam the back of Anatole's head. He 
mutters to himself.

Pavel whispers back to the Courier with a nod.

Martin mutters to himself, "... House... forgive me."

Anatole turns back to Jacob, wanting to answer, but as he is about to, he is 
decked on the back of the head, and mumbles out an incoherent response, 
before falling on conscious, but not before looking once more, at Jenaa.

Delana bites her bottom lip but she refuses to cower back due to the 
situation and pointedly squares her shoulders, chin raised a notch as she 
looks to the goings on. She does fold her hands behind the small of her 
back, locking them together in a white-knuckled ball where they won't bee 
seen by the others in the room. For now, she simply waits as there is 
nothing more for her to do.

Alvstad Courier gently draws Pavel back into the crowd as he explains the 
situation in low tones.

Nikolai looks over to Caroline and Emilye in a corner, and motions Caroline 
over to him as a few staff officers make there way back into the room

Anatole is pulled, now unconscious, from the room, by the Imperials, 
offering no resistance, not that he was offering that much before.

Anatole walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Pavel whispers to the Courier one last time, then steps away from the crowd, 
his smile now gone and face flushed with anger.

Elsa turns to speak to the Princess. "Your Highness...are you alright?"she 
asks with a concerned look on her face. "I am sorry you have had to witness 
this.."

Slade glances around and spots Pavel. "Lord Justiciar, if you would please 
be so kind to assist me."

Jacob watches with surprise as he receives no answer to his challenge. He 
blinks once and turns to the others present who seem to wish a word with 
him. His reddishness faded slowly and his face is a mask of passivity once 
more. He sidles a bit closer to the Princess.

Martin looks about at the guard around the room. He slowly drops the dagger 
not wishing any rash reactions. He stands there, a serious expressionless 
face. He looks to Jacob, then Shane and following Her Highness, but remains 
quiet. He walks over to join Shane and his finance, speaking quietly to him.

Pavel nods to Slade and says, "I have some business to take up with the 
Princess, then I will be along. Arrest Lord Ciccolini for Battery and Breach 
of Peace. I will send a courier to House Moritani delivering the charges 
against him."

Jenaa senses, "Jacob turns to look into your eyes. Perhaps for approval? At 
any rate, though other's won't be able to see it ... you can tell he's 
terrified."

Shane takes a breath of relief as Anatole is stopped from starting another 
Kanly quicker than he can say 'Stimpy you Idiot.' Instead he pauses, 
relaxing as well, stepping back a step closer to Delana, looking to her for 
a moment and then back to Jacob. He won't interrupt the tense silence in the 
room now, but will merely wait to let things take their natural course. He 
looks to Martin and nods...his face is passive but his eyes burn with that 
youthful fire someone would have about being put on the spot so quickly. 
Putting a comforting hand to his fellow noble's shoulder, he says, politely, 
"House Moritani will wait patiently for the charges. We appreciate the 
Imperial Assistance in controlling our embarassingly intoxicated Lord." 
Shane steps back eagerly with Delana and Martin now...sure that the night's 
pleasantries surely have more surprises one can enjoy.

The Hegemons nods to Pavel. "It is already done. I am getting witnesses 
listed as well as we need to have a chat with Scaurus and that one." He 
points to Martin. The Hegemon turns back to the Marquis and the Princess. 
"Are you both okay?"

Nikolai the staff officers quickly return, and they begin talking quietly 
with the WarMaster. He makes several things clearly by watching his hand 
gestures and the officers rush off

Jacob nods in response to Slade's question and turns to Jenaa, who seems to 
be unharmed as well.

Ophelia walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Delana nods in greeting to Martin but holds her tongue as he speaks with 
Shane. She does look worriedly toward her Uncle again but at least the 
crisis seems past for the time being and perhaps he can recapture the joy 
this evening should be holding for the couple. She peeks up at her own 
escort but tries not to make it look like she might be listening. In fact, 
if it is helpful for Martin and Shane, she will even take a step to the side 
with the pretense of seeking two glasses of champagne.

Tension resounds as a small clump of people -- Slade, Jacob, Jenaa, Martin, 
and Pavel -- seem to be at or near the center of the disturbance. There does 
appear to be no more actual problem, however, as the parties discuss while 
the others look on.

Caro ventures out of the corner of the room, now that the danger seems past 
and crosses to Nikolai.

Caro leaves the secluded corner.
Emylie leaves the secluded corner.

Nikolai looks to Caroline and speaks quietly to her

Late, always late... but better late than never. Ophelia bustles into the 
ballroom, a high color to her cheeks and fire in her eyes. The Moritani ire 
has only seen one side of tonight's story thus far, and it's surely rankled 
for it. Just inside the archway, the Countess pauses, looking around for 
something, anything which might clue her in as to why she's seen her own 
cousin being escorted by guards out of the embassy. But her eyes land on the 
Imperial Hegemon, and towards him she resumes her pace, heels clacking 
against the floor.

As his anger subsides, the Justiciar seems to return to his normal, jovial 
state. He bows to the honored couple as he moves to stand beside the 
Hegemon. "Your Highness, My Lord, I apologize for arriving so late, it 
appears I missed the entertainment." He offers a wry grin, mainly to Jenaa, 
then turns toward the door to view the new arrival.

Jenaa smiles softly and nods to the Justiciar. "It is our pleasure to have 
you, my Lord."

Emylie stands patiently next to Caro, smiling sweetly at nothing in 
particular. She glances about the room, trying not to overhear the 
conversation between Lady Caroline and Nikolai.

Martin nods agreeing to Shane's statement to Justicar. His face still 
maintain its serious expression. He watches as the Countess arrives and 
pales. He looks to Caroline before turn his full attentions to his Countess.

Caro murmurs something quietly to Nikolai, then turns to smile at Emylie, 
"Lord General Grigorovitch, I wanted you to meet my friend, Lady Emylie 
Fenring."

Jacob offers a restrained nod to Pavel, and one to Ophelia, though he finds 
it difficult to present anything other than neutrality at the moment.

Nikolai tries to change his demeanor, but already his eyes betray his 
feelings as he smiles "My Lady Fenring, it is an honor and a pleasure to 
meet you" He bows

Shane smiles as Delana goes to get a drink for herself and he, and he can't 
help but admire the woman's timing, and awareness. And of course, she 
looks...well anyway enough of that for now. He turns back to his own Siridar 
as she enters and then turns back to Jacob and Jenaa, as well, giving a long 
over-due bow. "Your Highness, your Excellency." Less tension, but not much 
more he can add for the moment. Anything else would seem most likely to be 
trying to gloss over the situation.

Emylie drops into a polite curtsy, straight-backed, chin lifted. Her eyes 
maintain contact with Nikolai, "Lord General. How delightful to meet you. I 
have heard nothing but the most lovely things about you from Lady Caroline."

The Hegemon continues to speak with Jacob and Jenaa. "He is under my 
protection now. I cannot allow him to be harmed. Do you undertand, Marquis?"

Ophelia spares a brief nod to Jacob, and little courtesy for the Hegemon, 
stating plainly and simply to him, "I understand it is by your authority 
that Lord Ciccolini is being treated as he is. I demand his release, at 
once."

Nikolai smiles "I thank you for the kind words my Lady Zaug, I do apologize 
my Lady Fenring, it seems we've had more excitement than usual"

Jacob nods to Slade. "While he is in your care, I'll make no move." He turns 
to Ophelia and waits for Slade to explain what happened.

Elsa steps away to the side a couple of feet from where she was next to the 
Princess, to also express her lessening tension. She glances around the 
ballroom once more, not being restricted anymore by events closeby, and 
gestures to a waiter. When the man nears, she takes a new snifter of vodka 
from it and offers it to the Marquis with a brief smile, and then offers 
champagne to the Princess.

When it rains, it pours. Delana has obtained two glasses and mvoves to greet 
her uncle with his fiance only to hear Ophelia. Oh boy. She winces a bit and 
heads back for that comfortable spot at the wall. It's all warm already from 
her earlier presence after all.

Jacob accepts the drink with a nod and a whispered thanks to Elsa.

Martin steps away from Shane and join the Countess. He stays behind and to 
the side of her.

Emylie spares a glance over her shoulder for the crowd. "Quite, My Lord. How 
fortunate I feel, to have missed it."

The massive Sardaukar turns to face the Countess. "Lord Ciccolini is under 
Imperial arrest for Battery and Breach of Peace for his attack on an 
Imperial noble. He will be confined in an Imperial holding cell untill such 
time that either the Emperor or approprieate agent passes judgement or sets 
him free."

Caro glances over at the newest arrival and then back, "Are we interrupting 
your duties, Lord General?" Not really sure what's still going on in the 
background, security and all.

Ophelia shakes her head as she listens to the response, sparing a glance to 
Martin, and then to Shane, and one finally to Jacob. "The Imperium has no 
jurisdiction inside this embassy," she grates out from behind clenched 
teeth. "You will release my cousin, immediately."

Jenaa shakes her head, gently refusing the champagne, "No thank you," she 
says, her voice soft and thin.

Shane stays back, seeing Martin approach. He may have, but better the guy 
with the swords stay over by his fiancee. He takes the glass from her, as he 
stands to regard, watching that which happens and keeping a very close eye 
on the Burseg. That would be the brunt of his attention at the 
moment....work and play just don't mix.

Nikolai is about to speak when he hears the august words of Ophelia. His 
eyes shimmer a moment with blanket rage, fool woman. He closes his eyes a 
moment and shakes his head at Caroline question "No, not at all. The 
Imperial Saduaker has it quite under control"

Elsa nods and sets the glass back on the tray, her eyes briefly looking at 
the Princess, and then she returns her attention to the Countess speaking to 
her Marquis.

Delana sips at her champagne and otherwise simply waits.

Jenaa shifts uncomfortably hearing Ophelia's tone. She glances at Jacob and 
back to Ophelia, holding her silence.

Emylie negotiates her position in the triumvirate such that she is better 
able to watch the goings on betwixt the Countess and the Hegemon. "Mmmmm," 
she says in agreement. "Indeed, he does." Snagging a passing glass of 
champagne, she twirls the stem in her fingertips.

"Your demand is noted and will be passed along to the Emporer. If anything 
you are lucky you still have a cousin. Not only has he managed to insult 
House Ginaz, but he has attacked a member of the Emperor's own House. Pray 
that he does not insult us furhter." Slade warns calmly.

Pavel turns his attention to the Countess Moritani, and offers,"As to your 
interpretation of jurisdiction, I would beg to differ, Your Excellency. The 
Imperium is responsible for providing a place for all the worlds of the 
Known Universe to come together without fear of violence. And your Lord 
Ciccolini has quite obviously broken the Code of Kaitain. If you'd like to 
banter about jurisdiction, I would suggest a more appropriate course of 
action is to file a motion for his release with the Magistracy." He offers a 
brief smile as he nods to one of the waiters after grabbing a glass of 
champagne.

Martin steps closer to the Countess and speaks quietly to her. His face 
expression are still serious.

Emylie mutters to Caro, "She... careful.... you... much.... again,... 
don't... is much afraid..."

Emylie turning once more to the Lady Caroline and Lord Nikolai, she says, "I 
pray you both will excuse me momentarily. I shall seize this moment to pay 
my respects to Her Highness and His Excellency." She drops another curtsy to 
Nikolai, squeezes Caro's hand fondly and turns to go.

Ophelia turns to Jacob, her fury rising all the quicker. "You set a 
dangerous precedent, Jacob Ginaz, by allowing such a thing...." And as Pavel 
speaks, she casts her dark glance on him, pausing only to listen to the 
whisper of Martin behind her. "Perhaps, m'lord, you should review the most 
recent court proceedings, as in the case of one Master Raschid Galperin, who 
assaulted a lady on the grounds of the embassy of House Rastanyev. It was 
ruled, unequivocably, despite the lady being a betrothed of His Majesty, 
that since the attack happened upon the soil of House Rastanyev, the 
interior of the /embassy/ being counted as Rastanyev soil, that House 
Rastanyev would do with the man as they pleased. I am told Lord Ciccolini 
has been challenged to a duel. If that is the case, then that is how House 
Ginaz has chosen to settle the matter, and Lord Ciccolini should be released 
into my custody."

Pavel shrugs and turns to Lord Jacob, "My Lord, do you still wish to pursue 
the challenge you have levied?"

Jacob speaks softly to Ophelia. "Contessa ... you should know that in 
addition to assaulting Lord Scaurus, he said things that led me to call him 
out. If he is released from Imperial custody, he will need to deal with that 
challenge."

Caro is about to say something to halt Emylie but changes her mind, letting 
the Lady go without a word. She glances at Nikolai and smiles a little as 
she murmurs, "Is everything going to be all right?"

Nikolai shakes his head "I don't think so

"The Honor of House Moritani demands that the challenge be met, and dealt 
with, on the date and time chosen for such a meeting," Ophelia replies just 
as quietly. "I will not see my House dishonored."

<<Alvstad Courier thinks: Declare kanly, already. We all knew this peace 
wouldn't last.>>

Slade interrupts. "This Anatole is now under Imperial Arrest. I cannot let 
him go until I am instructed to. The Emperor will have his say on the matter 
until then...you will have to wait. The law is the ultimate science."

Emylie worms her way through the crowd, slipping up next to Jenaa. "Boo," 
she whispers gently in her ear. "Hey stranger." She grins with a familiarity 
born of many childhood days. Then she drops a deep curtsy. "Your Highness," 
she intones formally.

Delana sets aside her glass of champagne, still half full, finding it 
difficult to swallow the liquid through the tightness of her own throat as 
she listens.

Pavel turns to Jacob and glances at Slade, "M'lord, the Hegemon perhaps 
overstates, but I will leave this matter to you. If you wish to challenge, I 
would scarcely deny you the opportunity to protect your honor. However, know 
this, the Emperor is due his justice. The man struck an Imperial Officer."

Jenaa steps forward, quietly. She regards Jacob and Ophelia both and says, 
"Please. As I remarked before, it seemed the Lord Ciccolini had perhaps 
indulged in a bit too much champagne. Nothing more. I would like to 
recommend that he be remanded to his cousin's custody. Should his Majesty 
wish to seek his justice, he will know where to find him..."

Martin whispers into his Countess's ear again. He looks to the Princess as 
he does so.

Shane takes a breath as all parties seem to be speaking and he approaches 
Delana, quietly, once more putting his hand to hers. Softly he leans over to 
whisper in her ear, though always an eye does he keep in the direction of 
Ophelia...old habits die hard one supposes.

Jacob closes his eyes once and then opens them. "I ... cannot retract my 
challenge. Even intoxicated ... no, I cannot." His tone is oddly flat.

Pavel steps closer to Jacob and says, "Then you hold to your demand for 
satisfaction, m'lord?"

Nikolai speaks softly to Caroline

Jenaa takes a slight step back, swallowing and looking up at Jacob almost as 
though she's been physically struck. Her eyes rest on his for only a split 
second before they fall to the floor. She does not speak.

Jacob's hollow gaze takes in Pavel, and then Ophelia, and finally Jenaa. He 
seems about to speak, but remains silent.

Listening to everything at once, her glance darting from one person to the 
next, Ophelia holds her silence, to see in which direction things might go. 
She hesitates, then quietly says, "You would risk shattering the peace we've 
just found, the respite from Kanly, over this?". The threat in her voice is 
unmistakeable.

Delana looks to Shane as he speaks to her quietly and is close to nodding 
and trying to move on when yet another statement is made that is not what 
she had hoped. She winces visibly and looks to Jenaa, seeing the woman's 
reaction and realizing that had to hurt her. Yet her uncle seems to be too 
busy with everything... She starts to draw herself up, eyes hardening as she 
gets ready to tell her Uncle just how asinine he is acting...then realizes 
to do so would be to shatter what is already going on and make it worse. So 
she goes back to worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, unable to even 
bring herself to speak back to her own fiance.

"I have no quarrel with you, Contessa, or any other member of your House, 
save Lord Ciccolini," the Marquis rumbles, "But what sort of a man would I 
be if I allowed my betrothed to be disrespected as such at her Engagement 
party?" He shakes his head lightly. "There must be some recompense, surely 
you agree?"

Slade says, "As Lord Justiciar said, the Emperor must have his due. Until 
such time, Lord Aanatole is in custody."

Jacob blinks and looks at Ophelia. "You see why I wish to allow him to 
remain in Imperial custody?"

Sveena comes back into the ballroom from the main enterance, arching an 
eyebrow at the tension, she has a small package in her hand and slowly makes 
her way behind most of the people to her Mother and Ian, she touches Char's 
arm gently but doens't speak, looking towards the small group that has all 
attention it seems.

Pavel raises a hand to Slade, "If the Marquis wishes to satisfy his honor, I 
would think the Lord Ciccolini should at least be allowed to offer a reply 
to the challenge."

Charlotte seems fixated on the events transpiring in front of her but is 
quickly pulled from them as her daughter touches her arm. Her eyes alight on 
the girl and she puases for a moment before leaning over to speak quietly to 
her.

Martin looks to Shane and Delana. He looks over to Caroline and then 
Ophelia. He sighs and steps forward. "Your Excellency, I understand your 
position. Your honour has been threatened." He looks to his Countess. "And 
we do not wish to take restart the Kanly." He looks to Jenaa. "That is why I 
accept to take Lord Anatole's place for the challenge, if I may."

Pavel leans over and whispers something into Slade's ear.

Caro gasps, "No!"

Pavel mutters to Slade, "Get... off... Embassy Grounds,... lost... of... 
Understand?"

"Your own betrothed has asked that it be forgotten," Ophelia says, her voice 
growing thin and brittle. "So it's your own satisfaction you seek in 
persisting in this. And even if His Majesty wished his own piece of Lord 
Ciccolini, he knows how to issue a summons to the man. They cannot take him 
from this embassy grounds." Martin's statement reaches her ears, and she 
turns to him. "Shut UP Martin. You'll do no such thing! Anatole satisfies 
this with his own blood, not yours!"

Jacob smiles softly at Martin, shaking his head. "You are a man of Honor, 
Lord Rinaldi. But I have no quarrel with you."

Alvstad Courier's attention swivels over towards Caro, expression 
interested. Well, that was informative.

Nikolai frowns and takes a step away from Caro, shaking his head

Jenaa senses, "Jacob looks deeply into your eyes. He seems to be saying 
'tell me what you want'."

Jacob turns, indecisively, to regard his beloved.

Sveena keeps her eyebrow arched and nods to something her mother says, she 
looks between Caro and Martin at the outbrust and just shakes her head 
gently, speaking back to Char as she contuines to listen like most of the 
families not involved in this.

Ophelia then looks to the Justiciar, and the Hegemon. "And if my cousin 
leaves this embassy, by yours hands and not my own... I will be taking this 
before the Landsraad. You have /no/ jurisdiction to arrest this man here."

Shane looks as he see's Martin's gaze. It's not that he doesn't have his own 
ideas of how he'd wish this to go, but this is above the man, and he knows 
it. He stays to the side, beside Delana, his hands not quite appropriately 
placed for public appearance about her waist, as if he were supporting her 
with his own presence. However, his eyes hold tightly to the scene at hand, 
watching the events and keeping any eye most closely on Slade, the only real 
threat he see's to the Countess.

Martin looks to the Princess again, before looks to Ophelia and Jacob. 
"Forgive me, Your Excellency. I do not wish to break the peace. Lord Jacob 
requires his honoured to be perserved. My Lord, stop the Emperor's men. Your 
honour will be perserved."

Slade says something into his communicator.

Jenaa's voice rises, soft, but clear as she steps before Jacob, "My Lord, I 
know it may not be my place to make such a request of you... but I ask that 
you retract your challenge to the Lord Ciccolini in my name." She shoots a 
glance to Martin and Ophelia, "I do not wish to see any blood shed over this 
matter." Her eyes fall, as she faces Jacob, and she says, softly, "Will you 
do this for me, my Lord?"

Charlotte nods deeply at Sveena as she continues to watch the tangle of yarn 
that's only getting worse in front of her, with heavy interest.

Jacob speaks very softly now, his tone just enough to carry to the 
surrounding crowd. "Ginaz tradition holds that an intoxicated man may be 
punished, but not called out for his deeds. Contingent upon a statement from 
your Suk that testifies his drunkenness ... you may consider my challenge 
withdrawn." His eyes seem to scream, 'fake the papers if you must'.

"Furthermore," he rumbles, his strength returning slowly, "I do hereby 
exercise my right to detain the man here, in my Embassy, by my own security, 
until such a time as I can determine the extent of the security risk he 
presents." He looks at Slade. "I must insist on this, Hegemon."

Ian remains fixed on the situation, recording every last detail with his 
mentat mind.

Lena walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Alvstad Courier catches Lena's entrance, signaling discretely for her to 
join him before updating the Lady Ambassador on the current situation in a 
series of quiet whispers.

Caro stands very still for a long moment, then turns and moves quickly 
toward the archway.

"Now that is a true Lady," Delana murmurs faintly as she leans back against 
the comfort Shane represents, not giving a bloody darn that it is improper 
at the moment. She gazes at Jenaa with a new respect but remains tense due 
to the situation.

Sveena nods gently to Char and looks towards Jacob a moment and then Jenaa, 
she seems to nod about something or another, and speaks softly once more to 
Char, her whisper not carrying.

Lena arches her left brow and walks over to the Courier. She gives him a 
good once over before leaning into him and shakes her head as her feline 
eyes pan the ballroom. A grin plays across her face as she clasps her hands 
behind her back and surveys the scene for herself.

Ophelia nods slowly. "I see no need for blood to be shed either. I am sure 
we might negotiate, however, on a more appropriate recompense that is due." 
Her gaze again levels on the Hegemon, and the Justiciar, waiting for their 
response.

Caro walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Elsa looks sideways at the Princess as she speaks to her Lord, and then 
arches an eyebrow at his words, surprised but pleased. She closes her eyes 
briefly when the Countess speaks.

Martin seeing that the matter has calmed abit. He looks Jacob and Ophelia, 
before lowering his gaze down to the floor. He slowly steps backwards to 
retake his place behind Ophelia.

Pavel regards Ophelia for a moment, then turns to Slade and nods deeply. 
"Would you go find the good Lord Ciccolini, M'lord Hegemon? I would like to 
speak with the Countess on this matter in the meanwhile."

Nikolai shakes his head and departs from the ballroom

Nikolai walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Charlotte places a finger to her lips in thought and then leans toward 
Sveena once more.

Shane leans back quietly as he whispers something to Delana, and then leans 
forward once more, as he looks over the scene, giving his gaze over to the 
Imperial Justicar and waiting curiously to see how the next outcome of this 
goes. In the meantime, he looks curiously at the departing Warmaster before 
once more giving Ophelia his full attention.

Ophelia stands silently, her hands finding their way up to her hips to rest 
there.

Slade turns sharply giving a sneer to the Countess as he goes fetch Anatole. 
"...Venhei..."

Slade walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Jacob stands impassively, for now. He seems somehow ... drained.

Pavel motions for the Courier to come over as he speaks with the Countess, 
his tone even and measured. "Are you certain that you wish to harbor a man 
who would strike the Imperial Treasurer, m'lady?

Delana continues to wait tensely, somehow not sure this is over yet. She 
does turn a little to look up at Shane. Standing on tiptoe, she makes it 
apparent she wants him to bend down so she can whisper into his ear.

Shane does indeed lean down for Delana, his head tilting to the side so that 
she can let him know what it is she wishes to share.

Ophelia returns Pavel's gaze evenly, a hint of a smirk rising to her lips. 
"Are you certain that he would go unpunished in my household, m'lord? Are 
you certain that I would not allow His Majesty's own recompense to be paid?"

Sveena nods to Char a moment and just shakes her head, along curls brushing 
almost to the floor before she moves them back out of the way, she looks 
between thoses speaking and for themoment is quiet.

Emylie steals across the room, back to Caro's side. She frowns distractedly.

Shane looks at Delana and he just smiles, nodding to what she says. "Later," 
he whispers. "We should talk about that later...." but his voice carries a 
low sincerity as he nods in agreement to something that Delana does, and 
once more he takes her hand as he's certains he can probably stand on her 
own now. At least, he hopes so...otherwise won't he look silly. His hand 
holds tightly to the woman's however, as he studies the Justicar and 
Ophelia.

Pavel sips his champagne now, relaxing a bit as he spars with the Moritani. 
"Excellency, I do not doubt your intentions, however, I have a duty to 
protect His Imperial Majesty's interests. I would be remiss if I shirked it 
off on you."

Elsa turns to the Princess and softly says "I wish you a good continuation 
of this most curious evening, Your Highness...I must excuse myself." and to 
Jacob. "My Lord, please excuse me. I wish you a pleasant remainder of this 
special evening and hope to see you well soon." With that, she curtseys and 
inclines her head in respect at the Moritani Countess and in greeting to the 
others, before taking her leave silently, setting doen her empty glass of 
whiskey on a passing waiter's tray. A nod to the lady Zaug, and away she is.

Slade walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Anatole walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

"Then you may issue the required summons for me to produce His Lordship 
before His Majesty, at the time and choosing of His Majesty," Ophelia says 
quietly. "But I will not stand here and see the Forms disobeyed. You are on 
Ginaz soil, m'lord, and you will remember your place. Your Jurisdiction 
ended at the front gate."

Jenaa looks on, face knotted in concern as these negotiations continue. Her 
hands are clasped before her and she wrings them fiercely.

Elsa walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Jacob steps back, and offers his arm to Jenaa. Whether it's for her support 
or his is debatable.

Slade enters in with Anatole, who is helped by levies seeing that he is 
still groggy. The Moritani is handcuffed and gagged as he is brought in 
behind the Hegemon.

Anatole walks in, behing helped by the levies. His eyes are barely open, and 
his pupils are clearly dialated. Perhaps he has a concussion, at least a 
light one, from a result of the blow to his head.

Layard walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Delana winces visibly again at the words from Ophelia but turns away...only 
to see the figure being brought in. If only they could simply leave but to 
do so would not be possible for Shane. So she remains, sighing softly to 
heself as she squeezes his hand. "Remind me to avoid future parties?"

Charlotte continues to stand with her finger to her lips in thought and 
raises an eyebrow as the Lord Ciccolini is brought in. She once again leans 
over to her daughter for a quiet word.

With peacock plumed cap in hand, the Squire to His Imperial Majesty enters. 
Boots with platnium buckles clap softly on the tiles. He wears his dress 
uniform today. Medals dangle all around his sash, it is a surpise that he 
can hold that much weight. But nevertheless, his posture is straight, and 
pompous.

Jenaa slowly slips her hand under Jacob's arm.

Sveena shakes her head as she sees the state of Anatole, and then looks 
between him, Slade and then back to Ophelia, she frowns just slightly and 
then speaks to her mother once more.

Shane smiles slightly, and as he looks at Delana, he lets ou ta soft little 
chuckle. It's probably out of place, but he just smiles. "Well, we have to 
have at least one party for ourselves at least," he intones. "But I am 
certain that I can be convinced to make a decently short appearance at that 
one before we perhaps take our leave." He would probably be speaking of 
their wedding party, but he speaks quietly.

Pavel nods distractedly to the Contessa as he waves over a Page, mumbles 
something to the boy, and sends him off. "You are, of course, most correct, 
Excellency." Moments later, the boy comes running back, almost out of 
breath, with a piece of parchment and a candle.

He says, "Thank you, lad," as he pats the boy on his head. He removes a pen 
from his inside jacket pocket as he walks to the bandstand and leans over in 
a most un-noble fashion and begins to write. Then, upon finishing his task, 
he lights the candle with his lighter, dripping its wax onto the parchment, 
then sealing it with his Signet Ring. He returns, document in hand and 
offers it to the Countess.

Layard notices the situation at the moment, and goes to Emylie's side, who 
stands near the entrance.

Martin stands quietly behind the Countess. His face is expressionless as he 
watches the events. He looks to Anatole's arrival with no reaction.

Ophelia glances down at the document, though she does not move to accept it. 
"Your consultation with His Majesty happened so quickly, m'lord," she drawls 
slowly, her tone dripping with sarcasm, "that we failed to miss your auguste 
departure, and arrival."

"Could we not simply have a private ceremony and hide from the world after? 
I begin to think that parties are bad luck after this," Delana mutters as 
she shakes her head a bit more, not wanting to watch but it is like a 
ornithopter crash. You just can't look away.

Jenaa senses, "Jacob seems to be squeezing your arm a little more tightly 
than normal, and he looks positively sick."

Charlotte nods at Sveena and speaks softly again.

Emylie acknowledges Layard's arrival with a familiar nod. Leaning over, she 
speaks to him in a soft voice.

Emylie mutters to Layard, "... think... Princess looks extraordinarily... 
tonight? Too... has... spoilt... all this..."

Shane can't help a slight smirk as he watches Pavel. "Could have seen that 
one coming," he says quietly, obviously meant to detract a little bit from 
the rather quick thinking of the fellow, but nonetheless, he purses his 
lips. Looking at Delana, he raises his brow...how on earth is he supposed to 
stay focused with this lovely woman speaking of whisking him away to a 
private marriage. "We could...if that's more what you'd want. We should ask 
your Uncle about that," he intones quietly....but he can't help a slight 
smile..."Now let me pay attention for just a moment."

Emylie mutters to Layard, "... undying love... Her... the... manner. And... 
Ginaz... arrested..."

Layard looks around for a moment, as if he is looking for someone or 
something, his cool crystal blue eyes scanning the room..He then turns back 
to Emylie.

Sveena nods to Charlotte once more as she speaks, her starlight eyes watch, 
more curious than anything else it seems, but there is something behind her 
eyes that could make one wonder. She then speaks gently to Charlotte once 
more.

Pavel regards the Countess, "I am His Imperial Majesty's Justiciar, to whom 
he has entrusted responsibility for the dispensation of Justice. Such a 
common crime as has been committed here does not require His attention. 
Consider this summons to be properly delivered in accordance with the Forms. 
The Lord Anatole Ciccolini is charged with Breach of Peace and Battery. He 
is summoned forthwith before the Magistracy of His Most Imperial Majesty to 
stand for such crimes. He may, if he chooses, select a Trial by his Peers." 
Turning to Slade, "Hegemon, you may release the Lord Ciccolini into the 
custody of the Marquis Ginaz. And post a guard in the square, he is to be 
arrested on sight should he fail to answer this summons." Not one to be 
outmanuevered, he turns back to Ophelia, awaiting her response.

Looking across the room, Emylie strains to make out the form of the Hegemon 
and then looks about for another figure.

Emylie mutters to Layard, ":turns... to... Caroline... the... of... beau,... 
I'm not... sure where... has... but... willing to... dear... expecting 
you?""

You sense: Jenaa squeezes your arm reassuringly in return.

Layard, overhearing the Justicar, smiles coyly to Emylie. The power of the 
Royal Family in action. Not even the sweetest strawberries from Ecaz or the 
luscious buxom brunette broads from Gamont could make this moment sweeter. 
His face turns abit hard after the muttering from Emylie. He turns, to 
whisper back.

"Perhaps you will remember how, m'lord, your job is to be performed next 
time, should I perhaps not be present to give you a lesson in Jurisdiction 
and the processes," Ophelia says in a quiet tone. And still, her hands 
remain on her hips, as her head swivels to regard the Marquis Ginaz and his 
betrothed. "I will see that my Suk is sent immediately."

Jenaa simply nods quietly to the Countessa.

Jacob, his mouth a grim line, only nods in response. He seems almost to be 
leaning on Jenaa for support. Not literally, of course, for they would 
surely topple were that the case.

Pavel nods silently, allowing Ophelia to get her jab in. "I do so appreciate 
your assistance, Contessa. Perhaps your mastery of such matters will be as 
instructive during your cousin's trial."

Shane leans back just a bit as he looks over at Pavel and Ophelia. He winces 
at Pavel's last comment, a frown, perhaps as the man tries to get the last 
word in with the Siridar. He shakes his head, but things seem to have 
settled themselves without any bleeding. His biggest regret probably that 
Martin got to Anatole before he did to knock the sense outta him.

"Perhaps," Ophelia murmurs, her hand snaking out to take the document still 
being held towards her. She steps around the Justiciar, while at the same 
time cracking the wax seal and opening the document to read it. Towards 
Anatole she walks, her eyes skimming the page.

Caro walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Layard turns away from Emylie for a moment and continues to study the room, 
with eyes wide open. His face seems to come alive at the spectacle of the 
Moritani and the Ginaz. Salt being rubbed into old wounds, it seems.

Slade steps foward more in to the room. Not really speaking, there is no 
need for him to annouce his arrival. No one can miss the large Sardaukar. He 
stands there for a moment looking in to ever single person's face with his 
one cold eye. Still he does not release the prisoner. "Beware the Emperor's 
wrath. Long ago your families swore loyalty to the Emperor in exchange for 
your lives. Remember that. The Emperor still has the ability to take things 
away. Very important things." He shoots a glare to Ophelia.

Emylie tugs on Layard's sleeve, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

Anatole looks up, weakly. His eyes are unable to focus on anything for very 
long, and its clear his vision is blurry. Still, he turns towards the 
general direction of Jenaa, using Jacob's sizeable blur, as a marker to 
where she should be.

As on cue, the guards take off the gag and handcuffs then step away from the 
prisoner. Leaving the man to his own accord.

Brad walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Caro steps into the room and finds herself facing the back of Sardaukar. She 
blinks and sidles off, out of the way. She has a little more color in her 
cheeks than she did before she left.

Jacob speaks a little louder than before. "His Majesty must obey the forms 
as well, Hegemon."

Anatole stumbles a little forward, as he is released, but he manages to 
catch himself, rubbing his wrists a little, and moving his jaw, after the 
gag is removed. Still, his vision unfocused, rests on Jenaa.

Slade eyes the Marquis then makes sure that he follows his line of sight as 
he looks over at the Princess.

Pavel nods in agreement with Jacob, "This is true, m'lord. Which is why I 
have left this man in your most capable care until such time as he sees fit 
to answer the summons. I trust you will also obey the forms."

A small group of couriers from House Johnston deposit their gift of blankets 
with one unlucky individual and move out of the room discretely.

Delana bites her bottom lip instead of nibbling, using that pain for the 
moment so that she won't speak her mind as she is fighting very hard not to 
do. It would just make matters worse but it is hard for her.

Jacob nods solemnly. "I will, Lord Justiciar."

Brad walks in along with a courier. He is dressed in the formal clothings of 
the Atreides, marked in the colors of his respectful House Major. He simply 
nods to the courier thanking her before staying by the enterance, paralyzed 
in shyness. He stands alone for some time, scanning the area, seeing if 
there are people about that he is familiar to.

Jenaa steps forward, facing Anatole. "You have something to say?" she asks, 
voice level.

Ophelia reaches her cousin, ignoring the words of the Hegemon. Neatly, 
primly, she tucks the Justiciar's document into the front of Anatole's 
shirt, her free hand reaching up to pat the man on the cheek a few times. 
But then, without much warning, she draws her hand back, her open palm 
heading towards Anatole's cheek. It's not a hard slap that she aims, but it 
gets the point across.

"And this is for the family.... you had to do it to us, didn't you? Tonight, 
cousin, while you remain here, I will be considering whether you are still 
my cousin in the morning. You had to do it, eh?"

Jacob peers intently at the scene playing out in front of him. He glances at 
Ophelia as if to say ... he'd better not make me reconsider.

Charlotte notices the entrance of her son and holds a hand out toward him 
lowly to join herself and Sveena. Her face is somewhat dour though her eyes 
speak of a slight happiness to see both her children saw fit to join her 
this evening.

Sveena arches an eyebrow once more that is again covered in her hair, she 
shakes her head as she speaks to her Mother, her eyes moving towards Brad 
who she gives a smile to as she speaks.

Anatole takes the slap. He did see it coming, indeed, his vision is 
returning. It turns his head, ever so slightly, and the redness rises in his 
cheeks, just a bit, but when he turns back, it is not to Ophelia that he 
looks, but still to Jenaa, even as he speaks to both of them, "I will always 
be your cousin, Countess, but what I did tonight, I did for Her Majesty." He 
stumbles forward again, just a little bit, almost falling into the Princess 
herself.

Caro finds her way around the bulk of the crowd in search of Lady Emylie.

Jacob glides quickly in front of the Princess. Confused or not, his 
reactions are quick as anyone's.

Ever loyal to the Corrinos, Slade steps in the way between Jenaa and Anatole 
just about the same as Jacob.

Charlotte widens her eyes some at Anatole's response, hand fluttering to her 
neck and her head tilting at the sight. She leans again toward Sveena and 
hurriedly whispers.

Among several faces in the magnificant Ginaz Ballroom, the Atreides lad 
catches a glimpse of his mother and sister as well. Then, he loses eye on 
them, and sees another familiar face: Lady Emylie. He smiles shortly towards 
her before trying to find his parent and sibling once again. He walks 
smoothly his way towards where he has last seen Charlotte. But as he moves 
closer, he finds that he is heading in the correct direction. A wide smile 
assembles itself on the lads face. "Greetings, mother," he speaks with 
sparkles, "and to you, sister. Nice to see you both here. I thought I was 
going to be all alone for the entire night."

Layard sustains a chuckle from the scene of Ophelia's slapping. Almost 
reminds him of old Grumman families, shooting it out. Badda Bing, Badda 
boom.

Jacob nimbly yields to Slade just enough so that they don't collide. It is, 
after all, still his job to protect Jenaa.

Caro turns at the sudden reaction of those around her, just in time to see 
Jacob and Slade moving between the Princess and Anatole.

Emylie walks into a secluded corner.
Caro walks into a secluded corner.

Pavel shakes his head and mutters something to himself.

Sveena lays her hand on her brothers arm, probably to have him speak softer 
as she speaks to her mother once more, she is shaking her head gently.

<<Pavel thinks: And this is the man she trusts with her money?>>

Jenaa steps slightly back as Anatole lurches toward her. She clears her 
throat as Jacob and Slade move to block him. "Thank you, gentlemen, but I 
should like a word with the Lord Ciccolini. She slips between the two 
massive men, and leans forward to Anatole, her voice soft as she speaks. 
"What you did tonight was for yourself, Lord Ciccolini... not for me."

Layard walks into a secluded corner.

Charlotte looks up and smiles at her son thoughtfully and only momentarily. 
"Indeed Brad. It is good to see you here as well. We so seldom have such 
family .... outings." She says very quietly, attempting not to draw any 
attention. Not that anything could move anyone's eyes from the drama 
enfolding before them.

Martin maintains his position, watching Anatole. He looks to Shane and his 
significant other to alert Shane the situation.

Slade holds out hand preventing him from falling foward. He does not look 
too thrilled. Good thing the Hegemon was not holdinga knife or a sword for 
the Moritani man to fall in to.

Lena shakes her head and whispers something to the Alvstad Courier about how 
the drama seems ceaseless. "I have duties at the Embassy to take care of. 
Remember to give a detailed report to his Excellency in case he is 
interested in this matter." She nods curtly to him and slips out of the 
ballroom as silently as she walked in.

Brad looks on in front of him, taking his eyes off his family. He leans 
towards his mother and whispers something into her ear. After doing so, Brad 
places his hand over his sisters, as a comforting gesture, a sign of a 
loving brother.

Lena walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Anatole catches himself, before he ends up in either Jacob's or Slade's 
arms, and looks up at Jenaa. The pain in his eyes is eveident, and clear to 
anyone that can see the tears welling up. "I'm sorry you feel that way, 
perhaps if we can....talk..."And he starts to swoon again, his pupils 
shrinking, as his hands move to his head.

Sveena looks up towards Brad and smiles as she contuines to speak to her 
mother, her attantion only half on the conversion with Jenna, Anatole, and 
Jacob now.

Ophelia sighs deeply, stepping back a couple paces as Anatole straightens. 
"Your behavior... is reprehensible, and not befitting of House Moritani." 
With a glare aimed at the Marquis and the Princess, and another to the 
Hegemon, the Countess Moritani removes herself from the situation. Towards 
the archway she proceeds, muttering angrily to herself in low tones.

Jacob's hand is conspicuously near his sword, though not actually on it. His 
mask is devoid of expression ... and perhaps more frightening as such.

Shane frowns slightly. NOt at the rought handling of Anatole...hell in this 
particular case they're probably lucky he's not the one holding his 
housemate. No, if anything, it's in concern over Jenaa's interest in 
pursuing the course of discussion. "Your excellencies...I would ask that you 
please excuse the prisoner. What he said while drunk was bad enough...to now 
hold him accountable for when he's drunk and knocked senseless....with all 
due respect would be unfair for his future defense." His voice, his words 
are politely entreating....and are not spoken until Ophelia makes her way 
out from under the arch.

Charlotte nods and whispers to her son.

Jenaa answers, her voice still level, "I think, my Lord, that you should 
rest. Good night to you." She turns to the assembled nobles, her voice 
rising, "I would like to thank you all for coming to my ... party ... but 
the time is growing late, and I fear I am quite tired, indeed. If you will 
excuse me, I feel I must take my leave. Please accept my apologies, and good 
night to you all."

Jacob clears his throat and directs words towards the retreating Ophelia. 
"Contessa! I would ... release Lord Ciccolini to your care. He will be ... 
safer there." And if he dies as a result of the blow to the head, nobody 
will blame him.

As the Princess exits, Layard gives a bow to his dear cousin in her general 
direction.

Jacob mutters softly. "I am afraid I must retire as well, guests."

Martin nods to the Princess and bows lowly to the Princess.

Jenaa walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Martin looks up to Jacob. "My apologies, Your Excellency."

Martin returns to his bow after making his statement.

Ophelia continues on as if not hearing the Ginaz offer. Dear God, hide the 
china... for there's sure to be a mess of broken things in the Moritani 
embassy tonight.

Slade makes a circular motion with his finger. Time for his men to saddle up 
and depart. The Sardaukar has had his feel of things. He looks to Pavel, 
Layard, and Emylie seeing if they are ready to depart.

Shane leans forward, looking to Delana. "I would hope we may have dinner one 
night this week," he whispers, giving his fiancee a deep bow before he steps 
forward, moving towards Anatole. His eyes narrow more with every step, as 
any softness he had in his mannerisms change as he's put to work instead of 
the enjoyment of the evening's company. He won't actually grab Anatole from 
the Hegemon, but isntead waits, "I will escort the Prisoner back to the 
Estate per the Siridar-Marquis' release, Imperial Hegemon. Unless you wish 
that I accompany you instead as you continue to over-see things?"

Charlotte places a hand on Brad's back and the other on Sveena's likened to 
a mother issuing her brood out she dons a grim face, offers a curtsey in the 
Marquis' direction and heads the Darlekan family away from the room.

Delana nods faintly in response to Shane but still holds her tongue so that 
she doesn't say more than she should. It's settled. All is well. And her 
date is leaving with a prisoner instead of being at her side trying to 
salvage the evening. "Excuse me," she murmurs to no one in particular and 
she sweeps toward the doors, keeping her jaw locked and her chin up in a 
rather defiant gesture as she refuses to give in to her frustrations here. 
Her room will be another story.

Slade waves to Shane for him to do what ever. At this point he is tired of 
the
whole matter.

Pavel points from Slade to Anatole, making his meaning clear. Quietly he 
says, "If the Moritani shows his face out of the Embassy, he is to be 
apprehended. I have a few matters to discuss with the Marquis, I will be 
along."

Layard looks towards Slade, shaking his head a bit. He still has more things 
to...compose at this moment.

Jacob seems almost to waver as he stands. "I ... must retire. Now. I would 
be grateful to you, COunt Padron, if you would escort Lord Ciccolini home." 
To the rest of the guests, "Stay if you like. The refreshments will continue 
to flow."

Shane looks to Pavel. "I will take responsibility for him at this point Lord 
Justicar. Please be sure to arrange with the Countess the date of his 
summons, and he will be there." Taking Anatole, he isn't the most gentle of 
sorts as one hand holds the handcuffed wrists, the other holds him by the 
hair, and short of throwing Anatole out of the door, he does indeed lead 
Anatole out. And he begins to wonder how many ways there are to hurt someone 
without leaving a mark....

Slade nods to Pavel. "Understood."

Delana walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Brad begins to be taken away with his mother and sister by his side, looking 
a little grief read in his eyes. He has just arrived here only to be taken 
back to the Embassy once again. As he is being faced to where he came in 
from, he twists his head towards the secluded area where he may have seen 
Emylie disappear to. He smirks trying to lighten his spirit and looks away 
and moves his eyes to the exit.

Martin raises from his bow and gives a tired sigh. He looks about the room 
and makes across the room to Lady Caroline.

Anatole walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Martin walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Caro says goodbye to Emylie as her friend gets ready to leave.

Shane walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Ophelia walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Slade walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Emylie leaves the secluded corner.
Emylie walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Brad walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Sveena nods towards her mother and then glances towrards Ian, she nods 
gracefully and motions for him before leaving with Char and Brad.

Sveena walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Charlotte plaasters on her smiling face, waving a hand for the house mentat 
to follow and heads her children toward the door.

Charlotte walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Pavel lets out a long sigh and grabs another glass of champagne, downing it 
with one fell swoop.

Ian walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.

Martin walks in from The Commons Wing through the Marble Arch.

Pavel finishes off another champagne, then heads out for the evening, having 
lost the desire to negotiate anything else.

Pavel walks to the south and passes through the Marble Arch.



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