Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"You have four hours, my lord. Right this way," she leads the way out of the sitting room and out into the open air towards a different building, inside that building, through the halls, up to the second floor, down a few more hallways, and finally to a door.*

"Here you are, my lord," she curtsies, "My lady," she curtsies again, "And this is the key," she hands Tiberius a key.

*Tiberius eyes examine everything as they are guided to their rooms, committing the path taken to memory as he notes the layout and architecture.*

“Thank you again, miss...” he prompts, as he accepts the key, “I assume someone will collect us at the appointed time?”

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Tiberius eyes examine everything as they are guided to their rooms, committing the path taken to memory as he notes the layout and architecture.*

“Thank you again, miss...” he prompts, as he accepts the key, “I assume someone will collect us at the appointed time?”

"We won't know where you are for certain, my lord. If you don't know how to get to the ball room, merely ask the nearest staff member and he or she will assist you."

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"We won't know where you are for certain, my lord. If you don't know how to get to the ball room, merely ask the nearest staff member and he or she will assist you."

“Hmm, yes, I suppose we might be elsewhere by then. Apparently though, everyone thinks I don’t know how to ask for directions today,” Tiberius remarks drolly with a chuckle, as he uses the key and opens the door.

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Hmm, yes, I suppose we might be elsewhere by then. Apparently though, everyone thinks I don’t know how to ask for directions today,” Tiberius remarks drolly with a chuckle, as he uses the key and opens the door.

"I meant no disrespect, my lord. Can I get you anything?"

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"I meant no disrespect, my lord. Can I get you anything?"

“No offense taken, I just found it funny, as it followed so closely after my wife said the same thing to me,” Tiberius says with a grin, as he looks to Claudia. “So, do we need anything, my dear?”

 

[Rystil Arden]

“No offense taken, I just found it funny, as it followed so closely after my wife said the same thing to me,” Tiberius says with a grin, as he looks to Claudia. “So, do we need anything, my dear?”

"Hmm, I don't know. I've had a good amount of wine already. Do you have any cold water or nonalcoholic chilled fruit drinks?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Can you bring some of those? Thanks. Anything you need, darling?"

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"Hmm, I don't know. I've had a good amount of wine already. Do you have any cold water or nonalcoholic chilled fruit drinks?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Can you bring some of those? Thanks. Anything you need, darling?"

“Hmm, no, I think that should do nicely, since I want little but to spend some time with you, dear heart.”

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Hmm, no, I think that should do nicely, since I want little but to spend some time with you, dear heart.”

"Such a sweetie," Claudia gives him a kiss, as the lady-in-waiting bows and heads out.

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"Such a sweetie," Claudia gives him a kiss, as the lady-in-waiting bows and heads out.

“Well, let’s see what our rooms are like and get ourselves settled, shall we...”

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Well, let’s see what our rooms are like and get ourselves settled, shall we...”

"Sure."

*You look inside, where you see a nicely-furnished guest room with a large king-sized bed, a mirror and chest-of-drawers, a small closet, and an attached washroom.*