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The "New" Dinner
Topic Started: Oct 9 2014, 04:50 AM (240 Views)
Savasan
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After the tedious nature of the first meeting, Louis left the Palace. He would beat a hasty retreat to the Auvernian Embassy, where he and his cohorts, such as the Ambassador to Austiana, Georges Archambault maintained the Kingdom’s relationships with Austiana since the late 1990’s, since the last ambassador - also an Archambault - died in the post. Georges established himself in Castrinite high society, creating a miniature royal court for himself, hiring local musicians, inviting famed painters, philosophers, scientists, intellectuals, and local magnates to the large embassy-palace. Anyone who wanted to be anyone needed to seen in the man’s palace.

The Archambault Family were close friends of the Royal Family, ever since the 1880’s when the Archambaults rose to power in several prefectural governments in the Kingdom. They hailed from Grenoble, the seat of their first electoral victory in 1882. Over the next decade, They won various victories surrounding prefectures, using the income gained by the positions to build capital for more ambitious projects. They then moved to the Free City of Veldhoven, where they won the mayoral elections, and by nature of the office, gained a seat on the Electoral Council. They managed to pool together wealth, winning elections in Auxerre, and then, finally, in Melun in 1934. By now, there were three branches created by the constant upheaval of their successes. It was the Melunais branch of the family, that were raised into the status of nobility, by giving them the defunct seat of the Counts of Foix, who went extinct in the 1920’s.

It was that social capital that they accrued ever since the 1880’s that allowed them to grow into various other positions, such as rectors of the University of Melun, and eventually into the diplomatic seats that the Archambaults held in Dawinia, Austiana, and Valkany. Many Archambaults became mentors of royal children, such as Louis. Louis lived in the City of Castratene from the years of 2005 - 2010, studying at a fancy university in the area, and lived with Georges during those years.

As Louis reminisced about those days, those bawdy nights in the streets of Castratene, the limousine pulled into the Embassy’s parking area, where the guards opened the doors for Louis and his aide. They rushed the building, going up a small stairway, passing the front desk.

When the pair approached the top of the stairway, they saw the servants setting the place for Lefkada’s visit. Four chairs, set up for the guest and hosts were arranged around a small table, meant for after dinner, when the three would sit down at try haggle out some deals in depth. He exited that room, and entered the small dining hall used for smaller events. The tables were barely set, and would be worked on later.

Louis made his way to a smaller hallway which led into personal rooms. In one the rooms, he heard music play faintly - a violin, accompanied with a piano. He followed the noise into the salon room, where Georges was hosting another salon. The piece was nearing conclusion, as the violin and piano joined in the final cadence. Louis entered into the salon, where many people saw him. Georges saw him enter, and soon introduced him to the crowd. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to see this man this moment, and it is also my pleasure to introduce this young man to you all, Louis Martenot, Duke of Berengac, Right Hand of the King.”

The crowd clapped and welcomed the young man. The crowd broke and began talking, taking in wine, finger foods, and other things. Louis pulled Georges aside, and talked to him about the dinner with Lefkada. Georges assured him that the salon would break at 6, and all people would leave.

“Go take a bath, get dressed, Louis. It’s only four-thirty. Take a nap.”
Louis decided that his former mentor was right. He’d left the salon room and went to his room. He laid in bed for a few minutes, and his eyelids closed up on him, and fell asleep.


Louis woke up, the clock read six-fifteen. “Damned”, thought Louis. “I need a bath.” He quickly undressed and jumped into the shower. He quickly bathed, the suds rising, and the grime running down the drain. within ten minutes he was out of the shower and getting dressed. The three-piece suit was quickly put on, and he scrambled for a tie.

“Right, full Windsor knot tonight, Louis.”, thought Louis.

He exited the room while tying the tie. As he came down the stairway, with a jaunty gait, Georges saw him and said “Great, you’re here. Now we can say hello to this Lefkada character.”

As the two headed towards the dining room, A young servant came up to them and said “The Achaian diplomat is here.”

“Thank you, Lorenz.”
Georges turned to Louis, and said quietly, “We should just make our way to the door.” Louis nodded. The commotion outside as Lefkada and company was greeted by the head chamberlain made its way through the door. The guards sensed the noise, and prepared to open the doors. The Chamberlain said to Lefkada “I hope your trip was not hindered by any traffic. Castratene is a wild city.” By now, he had approached the large doors of the parlor, adjacent to the smoking room. He struck the floor with his staff, which prompted the guards to open the doors. The Chamberlain soon moved in, and said. “Your Excellencies, your guest, Lefkada of the Peloponnese.”

Georges nodded, to acknowledge the Chamberlain. The Chamberlain nodded his head forward, and turned away from the trio, letting them open the discussion.

“Madam, It pleases me to have you in our estate.”

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Swallowing another bite of fish, Lefkada smiled. “It would be an honor and a pleasure to join Your Highness on a tour of Auvernian territory. I am already intrigued about the produce from Auvernia’s Rendarian territories, but if the farming situation is as much of a ‘mess’ as you claim, I am very interested in seeing how Achaian farming equipment--I assume to be coupled with local reorganization--can help Auvernian landlords increase the productivity and the profitability of these lands.” The ambassador leaned forward intently. “And I am extremely interested in the opportunity to view the shipyards of Cornelissen Industries in Auvernia. I believe Achaian Peloponnese can learn much from Auvernian shipbuilding, and hopefully Achaian Peloponnese can pass on its own techniques to Auvernia and its illustrious companies.”
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Louis said, That sounds excellent! We'll see at you at the end of the summit then." The ambassadors made small, as more courses came and left, until they decided to go to the smoking room, where they would engage in smoking and drinking.
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“You’re drunk.”

Lefkada eyed Major Korinna with irritation as the officer helped her down the steps of the Auvernian embassy to the diplomatic car waiting for them. “Thank you, Major,” she groused. “I’m not sure I could have figured that out on my own.” Then, after a pause, she added, “I’m also high, so there’s that.”

Korinna sighed. “Tell me that the rest of the Office of International Political Outreach doesn’t negotiate while intoxicated…”

“We don’t usually drink on the job, no,” Lefkada said, nodding to the driver who held the car door open for her. Flopping down in the seat, she looked over at the major who followed her into the car and said, “But we are trained to work in any envi… en… anywhere. Most importantly, we’re trained not to insult our hosts. Louis wanted to drink, and so I drank. I trusted you to keep me in line.” The ambassador shrugged. “Besides, the most important deals were already made before we were finished with the salad.”

As the car began to pull away from the drive, Korinna glared at the ambassador. “As long as you don’t make a habit of this,” she growled.

Lefkada shook her head. “I could only hope,” she said with a small laugh.
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