Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191130184420/@comment-5543592-20191202214603

"Lie and say your my wife." Baldr suggested to her.

"Please do not repeat this behaviour before the Count." The valet insisted. "It will make me look very poor."

"We will not." Nyasia assured him, glaring back at the guilty parties, thoroughly embarressed. Not only before the valet, who would certainly report this to the Count, but also the obnoxious nature with which Emile had been discussing her private relationships. He needed to learn his place. The was a cold fury to her, and perhaps one could be reminded that, once upon a time, her ancestors had been gods. They arrived in the dining hall. It was expansive, the center of the room dominated by a long table. Three crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, a fireplace burned at the furthest extent of the room.

A collection of noble looking folk-- were gathered around the entrance into the dining hall, holding drinks and chatting. They all seemed to be familiar with one another and were likely residents of the castle.

The valet led them in, pausing once in the doorway to say, "My lord Count, your guests have arrived," and then stepping aside to allow Scaldor to announce his charges. The grizzled Altmer cleared his throat and actually managed to affect the image of a loyal servant, despite how the Covenant knew him really to be. His usually grave voice became rather proper, accented as though he had been born and raised on Alinor.

"I have the honor to introduce her majesty, Queen Nyasia al Din of Taneth.

"Her loyal retainer, Sir Baldr Olafsin, of the Order of the Dragon.

"Sir Nohaden'Cade, the Augur of Justice, Sermonizer of the Order of the Hour.

"Sir Emile Sauvinent, knight of the Count Vanconne, hailing from Halen Castle.

"The priestess, Lysilde, formerly of House Chenetoil."

"Accompanying them are Alvoran Heljarcehn, Shrava, Helian, Garran gro-Olugrub,  Clodagh, Mozu, Midnight, Nemicus, and the Altmer Runaviel."

"Welcome, to my home." The Count greeted them. He was a not a tall man, nor particularly well-built, but his frame was sturdy and his brow wide. His dark hair was oiled back, flat to his head, and he wore a very comfortable looking outfit, loosing fitting trousers and a stylish doublet in the red and black of Anvil. His symbol of office was a short cape that hung over one shoulder, attached to his breast by a pin bearing Anvil's insignia.