Nobles' Sitting Room: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

You find yourself in a antechamber with a high, vaulted ceiling inset with colorful stained glass. Lush carpets of red and white lie upon the marble stone floor. Couchs and chairs are arranged in conversational groupings within the room.

The strong afternoon sun floods in through the glass wall, reflecting a brilliant spectrum about the room. Down below, in the Queen's Gardens, you can see falling leaves of brown, red and gold. To the east is a wing set with doors that house the nobles who reside in the palace. To the northeast are a pair of double doors that lead to the balcony and gardens. A hallway with guests' rooms branches to the west, and the heavily guarded Queen's chambers are south. A great staircase of white stone curves down to the Entry Hall below.

Kasimira

Arriving a bit early for the party, Lady Rennar traverses the stair, entering the sitting room. She peers about curiously, tilting her head to the side as she comes within.

Kasimira is circling about the room, checking every little thing for readiness, spending no little time over the table full of food. Looking up, she notices the early guest, and a warm smile blooms on her face and she crosses to her. "Greetings!" She dips a slight curtsey..about all she can manage in the dress she wears. "I am Kasimira Jawhar. Welcome."

Kasimira is looking at you.

A warm smile almost instantly comes to Rennar's features. She nods her head in a respectful manner to the young woman she's yet to meet. "Good evening." She is softly spoken. "I am Lady Rennar Hune." She introduces herself, her eyes holding a touch of reassurance. "Congratulations on your pending nuptuals." In her hands she holds a small box, neatly wrapped. Remembering it, she looks down at her hands, blushing a touch. "Where should I put this?" She inquires.

Kasimira blinks in suprise at the gift, hand fluttering to her chin. "Oh, my. I should have thought..." She looks thoughtfully around the room. "By the food table, perhaps?" The warm smile returns. "And I must say it is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Rennar, and thank you."

Lorewyr climbs up the spiraling staircase, from the lower levels of the Palace.

Rennar stands near Kasimira, handing her a small box, which appears ot be neatly wrapped. She smiles warmly at the young woman, chuckling softly, "There is much to remember when planning a wedding." She comments quietly, though seemingly speaking from experience. Moving towartd the food table, she sets the wrapped box on one nearby.

Kasimira nods. "Yes, so I am discovering. I had no idea..." She chimes a little laugh. "I had no idea there would be so much involved."

Rennar nods her head in a sympathetic manner, "I have offered my services to you and your fiance, Lord Lorewyr." Unlike what may have been intoned from others, using that title, Rennar's voice holds nothing but respect for the young herald. "My own husband, Demonder, should be here shortly."

Lorewyr strides up the stairs hurredly. His fingers work on button the last of the buttons on his shirt, and he frowns some, as he does so. He pauses at the top of the stairs, and blinks. He expected more people, as he sees only some of the smaller house dignitaries around. He looks... visibly deflated by this, and finishes his dressing (simply buttoning his jacket) on the top of the steps, not having seen his bride, nor Rennar as of yet.

Kasimira inclines her head gratefully. "And I thank you ever so much, Lady Rennar. Any and all help will be much appreciated." With a little frown, she scans around the room. "And speaking of Lorewyr...." She finally spots him on the stairs, a happy smile crossing her face.

"You have but to ask, or call for me at House Hune. I have books and guides that I used for my own wedding. I practically had to plan it myself." A saddened expression touches Rennar's eyes, "My mother died before she had the chance to see my own wedding." She pauses her words when Kasimira announces Lorewyr's impending arrival, or at least hints at looking for him. Looking about the room, she does manage to catch sight of the young herald herself.

Lorewyr glances down, and blinks... he's got an extra button hole at the bottom of his jacket. And then blinks again as he has an extra button at the top. Muttering a little to himself, he pays more attention, and starts to unbutton, then rebutton his jacket. Once that is done, he strides up the stair, putting a smile on his face, that looks a little forced, until he sees Kasimira, in one of her new gowns. He moves toward her, missing Rennar completely for the moment. He glides to his love, "My heart stops at the sight of you, Beloved." He says in greeting to Kasimira.

Demonder climbs up the spiraling staircase, from the lower levels of the Palace.

Rennar takes a step away from Kasimira, giving the couple some room to greet one another, rather than ruining their moment. Her steps lead her about the room, as she looks over the various decorations and foodstuffs.

Kasimira takes Lorewyr's arm and seems to melt to his side. Smiling up at him, she teases, "I do hope it has not stopped, my dearest, for I hate to think what that would mean."

A loud chuckling can be heard from bellow, and soon the source of the laughter makes his way to the main floor. Once Demonder reaches the top of the steps, he does straighten his cloak and cough lightly in hope to gain some composure. "Ahem." Rubbing an itch on his wrist and hand, Demonder's unattentive gaze shifts through the sitting room rather ineffeciently, but he does spot Rennar easily enough. "My beautiful wife..." he begins with the compliments, after making his approach.

Lorewyr wraps her in a firm embrace, and kisses her firmly on the lips, and not caring. After all, this is their engagement party. He releases her then, eyes twinkling, and asks, "So, have I missed anyone?" His eyes start to search the room.

Kasimira blinks, having momentarily forgotten everyone else...especially with the kiss. "Oh..I was just talking with Lady Rennar." She looks around herself,

"Perhaps you did sir," Demonder suggests, shifting his attention from Rennar to Lorewyr. "Lord Demonder Roesone at your service. Though I do recall seeing you about the palace on a few occasions." Already, even at mid-sentance, he spies out Lorewyr's fiancee with a curious interest. "And the Mistress, Kasimira, was it? A pleasure to meet you." Demonder's smile toys at his lips, broadening. "Beautiful..." he comments lightly. "Beautiful arrangements." Demonder politely corrects himself. "Congradulations to you both."

Lorewyr smiles, and bows politely to Demonder, "Greetings, Lord Demonder." He nods his head, "Well, yes, you probably have spotted me about the Palace. I'm the Royal Herald, after all." He glances around, and nods, "I'd hoped for something a bit grander, but I feel we'll be well served tonight." He pauses then and grins, finishing his introduction, "Lord Lorewyr Banedof Versyr, at your service." He smiles brightly, looking at Kasimira, simply accepting the praise.

Upon hearing Demonder's voice, Rennar turns around to spy out the man who belongs to it. A blush comes to her cheek at his compliment. "Tonight is not my night, Demonder...." She murmurs in a gently, warning manner. "Do try to remember that and lavish the compliments on the guests of honor?" With that she crosses the span of the room to take her place at Demonder's side.

Kasimira smiles, dipping as much as a curtsey as she can and straightens, taking Lorewyr's arm again. "And I do certainly hope I am Kasimira, else I believe she might be very angry." She laughs lightly. "And thank you, Lord Demonder."

Rezna enters the Palace Sitting Room from the Cairhienian Ambassador's Suite.

Rezna comes ambling out of his apartments with his hands in his pockets. He looks this way and that...always and forever on the lookout for various persons. he seems pleased to see those persons are conspicuously absent

Demonder chuckles lightly, inclining his head to both with a pleased expression. Turning his attention to Rennar just as quickly, that smile thickens. "Why love, I have arrived, after all?" He seems confused, or perhaps he means to confuse her? "Congradulations. Will the wedding be more the specticle?"

The room seems to bustle with life, though at present, that life is mainly minor nobles of House Versyr. Some small treats are set on a table off to the side, dinner having been arranged for later. Lorewyr, Kasimira, Rennar, and Demonder are clumped together, speaking.

Rezna is in no hurry to hob nob. His nose smells wine and treats. It does not take but a moment for his eyes to lock on afterwards. Seems his wife is not a particularly appetizing cook.

Lorewyr smiles, looking at Kasimira, then back to Demonder, and nods, "Yes. Well, hopefully. It depends on how our nation is faring I have a feeling." He shrugs slightly, "Though, I plan on making it as beautiful as I can." He looks at Kasimira, saying, "Though anything will be beautiful." His eyes adding an unspoken, 'as long as she is my bride.'

Rennar quietly remains by Demonder's side, neither humoring him or answering his comments as of yet. She watches the young couple with a warm manner, smiling a touch to herself in rememberance. "I have offered to help them with their wedding, remembering how we had such a hard time planning things outselves. I've even suggested Lorewyr might like to use the same retreat we did on our honeymoon."

Demonder turns his head sharply in Rennar's direction. "We had a hard time getting married. Our wedding was on impulse. Well, the first official wedding that was without a ceremony. Then again, we were engaged for far over a year at the time." Demonder is teasing, and then nods in agreement. "Yes, the wedding we actually invited people too, instead of barging in on them, was not easy to plan. The our honeymoon location was without a doubt the best."

Kasimira impulsively kisses Lorewyr on the cheek. "Oh, I do not care if it is a spectacle or a few words spoken in the middle of nowhere. But, I suppose I cannot get away with just that, can I?" She laughs a little again, teasingly.

Lorewyr nods at Demonder, and says, "Lady Rennar has told me a little about where you stayed. I'd love to here of where this heavenly spot is." He smiles as Kasimira kiss him, and he looks back to her saying, "I'd be happy with something small as well, though my Mother would never fogive me for doing such." He chuckles a bit, and says jovially, "So, we shall have a big wedding, with as many Nobles as that can come."

Rennar chuckles lightly, her eye widening a touch. "Then, there's much to decide indeed." She murmurs in a calmed manner. She steps away from Demonder to grab a drink from one of the passing servers; a glass of white wine. She then settles herself into a nearby chair.

Rezna comes walking towards the group with a glass of wine in one hand and a pastry in the other. He can't help a quiet laugh as he overhears. "A big wedding aye?" he takes a sip of wine thw whole subject of people going to all this trouble to...ruin their lives is always amusing. "Isn't that an awful lot of trouble?" He doesn't even know these people...and yet he can wade right in to this particular conversation.

Demonder peers as his wife escapes from him, though nods to the others. "I'll provide some more information for you another time. It was well worth it." Nodding to Rezna, Demonder goes on, "Well, one can always hire someone to plan everything and just show up. But, you want some input on the events."

Lorewyr glances at the new man, and smiles a bit, "Ambassador Rezna." He nods at the man, then answers his question, "Only if one views one of the biggest events of one's life as... a problem." He smiles, looking to his love. She nods with him.

Rezna looks between the couples. Hmm...they must be new to this whole thing. Give it bout 10 more years. Again the little man seems amused. "Dieing and loosing ones soul into pergatory is a pretty significant event...They really teach people to plan for that?" Ok...Rezna's views on the whole marriage thing must now be...pretty evident.

Kasimira falls silent, a bit shy at the suddenly loud man. She smiles and nods to Lorewyr, but otherwise remains silent.

A frown formidably forms on Rennar's features, "Ambassador, it would, perhaps, be best if you try not to ruin this event for them. They do seem to be happy with one another, and it is their choice." She delicately takes a sip from her glass of wine as she quietly watches the proceedings.

Rezna nods and takes a long drink of his wine. "You know you're right." He tips his glass to the young...couple in bondage to be. "I wish you happiness." That said, he heads out towards the balcony

Lorewyr looks at the Ambassador, and says lightly, "Well, if you do not view marriage as a happy thing, do not try to bais those who still believe it will be glorious." He looks at Kasimira, with a bright smile, then nods, "Thank you, Ambassador. Light shine on you."

Yup...they gonna find out the hard way. Will be fun to watch though

Rezna walks leaves the sitting room and walks out onto the balcony.

"He is not a happy man," Demonder comments on the obvious. "So, when do we eat?" he asks next, winking to Rennar.

"You and your stomach!" Rennar exclaims in a teasing manner. "I think Lord Turail is right. Those rumors about one of us being pregnant honestly falls to you...." She chuckles lightly, "No matter how false they are." There is a playful glimmer within Rennar's eyes as she teases Demonder on his growing weight problem.

A servant, dressed for the occassion, tops the stairs, and straightening his jacket some, announces, "Dinner will be served shortly, if you'll all procceed to the Dining Hall."

Lorewyr opens his mouth to answer Demonder, when the servant announces the call to dinner. He smiles, and says, "Impecable timing." He moves a bit closer to his love, so they can walk together to dinner, and says, to her, "I believe the chef was able to make some of your native dishes, though not all of the ones you asked for."

Kasimira smiles. "It will be enough. I realize I asked a lot of him." She motions toward the door.

Rennar rises smoothly from her seat, her drink firmly placed within her hand. She moves back to Demonder's side, gently taking his arm.

Demonder mumbles under his breath, rubbing his stomach clearly indicating he is hungry. "Shall we, my love?" he asks, turning to her as she retakes his arm. "Native dishes?" Already his eyes are glowing, as he starts heading downstairs.

Lorewyr moves beside Demonder, nodding lightly, "It is good of you to forgive him, Love." He looks back at Demonder, and nods, "Yes, we've had the cook prepare a few dishes from Arad Doman, at my bethrothed's request." He glances at her, saying, "It shall be interesting, as I've never had such fare myself."

Rennar gently prods Demonder in the side. "Save some for the others." She warns in a quieted manner, lightly tickling him afterwards.

Kasimira chuckles lightly. "Well, there is no use in standing around talking about how much you might enjoy it." She pokes Lorewyr with a delicate finger.

Demonder chuckles lightly, nudging Rennar to the side as they walk before pulling her back with his arm. "House Roesone at times offers food from Arad Doman. Lady Janeva, the Lady of the House, insisted the cooks prepare the dishes, and nothing else. It didn't last long, of course, as most Andorans can't possibly handle the spices. Regardless, my visits there were interesting."

Lorewyr descends the white spiral, headed for the lower levels of the Palace.

Kasimira descends the white spiral, headed for the lower levels of the Palace.

Demonder descends the white spiral, headed for the lower levels of the Palace.

Lorewyr climbs up the spiraling staircase, from the lower levels of the Palace.

Lorewyr descends the white spiral, headed for the lower levels of the Palace.

Dining Hall: Royal Palace of Andor, Caemlyn

A large, square dining hall, with white walls and a marble floor of red-veined white. A huge dining table of a rich, dark wood inlaid with ivory sits at the center of the room. It runs the length of the hall, with chairs along its sides, and at the head and foot. The chairs are cut velvet with the White Lion of Andor emblazoned on their backs.

The table is laid out with fine gold-chased silver plates, and finely crafted silverware. Silver goblets await being filled with water or wine, and servants lay out the evening meal. A small blaze is crackling merrily upon the white stones of the fireplace, reminding you that the bitter cold of winter is not far off. A pair of wooden doors in the west wall lead into the palace's aromatic kitchens, a gracefully curving white stone archway leads out to the east, and a set of tall, white doors gilded in gold lead to the south.

Kasimira, Demonder, Lorewyr

Lorewyr smiles, and moves toward the head table. Afterall, he, and Kasi are the guest of honor at this dinner. He smiles, pausing to help Kasi into a seat. He watches the crowd as it trickles in.

Rennar smiles warmly at the two, making her own way to one of the other tables. "This should prove to be an interesting night." Rennar states in a warm manner.

Demonder escorts Rennar within, some steps behind. "Were you ever over the Roesone manor for the Arad Doman nights?" The question comes moments after they pass through the doors, and head to the table where Lorewyr is sitting down.

Kasimira lowers herself into her seat, patting Lorewyr lightly on the cheek as she does so. "Please, everyone...take a seat."

Lorewyr sits down at Great table.

Kasimira sits down at Great table.

Theowyn walks into the Dining Hall from the Entry Hall to the east.

You sit down at Great table.

Demonder sits down at Great table.

Rennar shakes her head gently to Demonder, as she settles within a chair at one of the tables. "No. I don't recall that I was ever at such events." She sighs lightly, folding her hands within her lap.

Lorewyr settles himself in the chair next to his bride to be, and nods, "Yes, Please sit." He glances at the servant who announced dinner, and gets a nod, "Dinner shall be served in a few moments." He glances at the door, and smiles again, "First Prince, you honor us." He says, standing to bow lightly. He sits, and address Demonder, "No, I'm sorry, I've never been invited to such an event."

"It was not really an event," Demonder explains. "Just casual dining at my old manor. I could just imagine Lady Janeva planning such an event, though." With that amusing thought, he takes a seat.

Dressed in his official royal attire, Theowyn enters through the hall. "Already setting up to eat?" he comments from a distance. Moving toward the main table, he inclines head to the newly engaged couple. "Congradulations. I was looking forward to an event that would take my mind off the troubles away from the Palace." He goes on to Rennar and Demonder. "Welcome once again, Lady Rennar. Lord Demonder." Theowyn seems pleased over them actually being here.

Kasimira stands momentarily to drop another strangled curtsey, this one at the man who has just entered. Settling herself into her seat again, she reaches out for Lorewyr's hand. She still smiles warmly.

"Prince Versyr." Rennar greets in a formal manner, keeping her features carefully void of any emotion regarding him. Glancing to Kasimira, she smiles faintly, "I'm sure the dinner will be lovely. It will be interesting to try new foods."

Lorewyr takes his Bride hand again, giving it a squeeze, and looks to Theowyn, he nods, "Thank you." He glances at Rennar, and Demonder, then at the various lesser members of House Versyr, and smiles, well, maybe the party isn't such a flop.

"Good timing on the events, Lorewyr." There's a bit of a tease in that statement, though Theowyn moves to take his seat. "I'll have matters to attend shortly after this. You've met some of the reasons for that some nights ago."

Demonder leans over to Rennar. "It is very spicey," he insists in a whisper, not seeming to mind that for himself, of course.

As the guest assume their seats, food is started to be brought out. Large trays, with numerous servants to dole the delicious delicacies out to those who will be dining. They, of course, start at the head table, usually with Kasi. Most of the food is prepared in the local, Andorian style, but a few smell heavily spiced, hinting of Arad Doman background.

Rennar nods her head to Demonder's words, a curious expression coming to her features as she captures what Theowyn says. Concern touches her brow, but only for the briefest of moments. "I think I can handle spices, Demonder."

Kasimira smiles with delight as the food comes out. With a final squeeze, she lets go of Lorewyr's hand and watches as she is served. "It looks and smells wonderful." She looks to Rennar. "And the spice is not so bad as your husband lets on, I am sure." Her hands, however, pluck at her dress, belieing some nervousness. Perhaps it's just over the food.

Demonder chuckles lightly, and waits for the first plates of food to be brought to him. He also requests red wine as his drink. "Rather curious, Lord Lelldorin is intersted in holding an archery competition in the Roesone manor," he begins casually.

Lorewyr smiles, and nods at Theowyn, "I was hoping to relieve some tension with this party," he remarks. He then smiles, nodding at the dishes he wants, and those he decides to pass on. He glances at Kasimira, and then looks to the other, "I thank you all for coming," he announces, "Feel free to... begin when ready." He smiles brightly, taking up his fork to show that he plans on it.

Theowyn settles into the seat, and begins on his drink as he watches the meal be placed on the table. "Distractions indeed. Have you started planning the wedding yet?" he asks the two engaged. Theowyn seems particularly curious on this point, actually.

Lorewyr looks at Demonder, and smiles, "An Archery contest you say? Well, it will do to distract from the daily toil, if nothing else." He then looks at Theowyn, and nods, "Yes, some. Just a basic guest list, but it is a start." He smiles, looking at Kasimira, "We've a lot to think about, but much time to do it in."

Rennar quietly listens to the conversation, with nothing to offer to it herself, as of yet. She smiles at some of the servers, nodding her head briefly as they place food on her plate, after indicating what she wants to eat.

Demonder nods a few times, already digging into his food. "Well, it could prove interesting. Though Lelldorin is apparently a good shot. The Queen's Guard even used him for training some months back."

"I'm sure I will not be far behind you in those wedding plans," Theowyn chuckles lightly, though its more of a hopeful tone. "Then again, one never knows. Its never easy."

Theowyn's words give Rennar cause to pause and look up from her meal. A brow lifts in an idle manner, though she doen't express the question that must be resting within her mind.

Lorewyr looks at Theowyn, and nods, "I see. Well, perhaps we can work on them together? Afterall, four heads...." he pauses, looking at Rennar, then says, "Five are better then one." He then looks back to Demonder, and says, "Was he really? Well, he must be a very good shot then."