#pierrerenaldi

[bertievi]

@pierre-renaldi

The Genovian Palace was quite unfamiliar to Albert, at least with the layout and his own over caution and paranoia about his own safety and innumerable enemies he believed he had. As such he had made his way into the wrong side of the Palace and found himself face to face with his nephew. Obviously spotted and with no easy nor polite retreat, he stared at him wide eyed for a long while before coming to his senses. Alexandre was perhaps the person he most wanted to avoid given what had happened.

His eyes raked over him for a moment longer, he was no threat to him and he at least appeared to be alone. With a careful move of his hands to show he meant no harm, Albert tried to bite the bullet and face his nephew properly, he owed him that at the very least. “-Hello, your -highness.” He greeted him carefully.

[hopeandlimerence]

@pierre-renaldi v; lady charteris

Newly eighteen, Ann sort of did as she pleased these days. Not that she didn’t at all before, she certainly did, but now that she was eighteen, she no longer had various family members and nannies responsible for her. She had almost complete freedom, since her father didn’t care too much about Ann and what she did. His concern was Laura. 

She stole her uncle’s rowboat and one of his bottles of vodka, wanting to go out on the lake for a nice time. However, she wanted someone to join her. Ann wasn’t shy at all, so going up to strangers wasn’t a challenge for her. Besides, she had never really been instilled with the typical “don’t talk to strangers” warning most adults gave children. 

“Hey,” she spoke, walking up to a man in the park, seemingly around her age, perhaps a year or so older. “I’ve got a boat tied up, I need help rowing it. Plus, it’ll be better with some company. Care to join me? I’ll share my lunch with you, as well as another surprise I have hidden in the boat.”

[therapardalis]

//Ouch! Nice burn, Ashildr! XD!

[bertievi]

@pierre-renaldi

Christmas was a precious time of year for Albert and he knew it to be true for Pierre, so with some considerable effort and arguing with his court, Albert had managed to make his way to a small church outside of Pyrus and put himself in one of the back pews having purposefully arrived a little later than the other attendees to not be noticed. There he sat and listened as the Christmas sermon was delivered and when the congregation filed out, Albert remained in his seat, admiring the church around him even if it was not of his Anglican faith he could still appreciate the holiness of the site.

He made eye contact with his intended target and just smiled at him calmly in greeting, not wanting to disturb his work with those leaving.

[bertievi]

@pierre-renaldi

Many things about their reality had changed since the outbreak of war, alliances, family, friends and people themselves were forced to change who they were in order to adapt to the horrors that they would have to face. Albert had lost too much to have been the same man that had been crowned what felt like so long ago. There was nothing but duty chaining him to life and he was easily repulsed by anyone that deemed the side of his enemies as the ‘right side’.

Old friends were still a stumbling block, he had been through so much that some semblance of comfort or familiarity was too rare an occurrence not to grasp at... however there were issues when it came to the Genovian King and his allegiance to the enemy. Albert had managed to smuggle his way into one of his brother’s parties in France, staff still loyal to him able to see him safe passage right to the very balcony of the party to summon the Genovian to join him, inviting Pierre to meet with ‘an official’ on the cold balcony. He waited there alone but with his own essence of anger as he thought more on what had happened since his capture years prior and those responsible just beyond the doors.

Once he was shown through, the door was quickly closed and locked behind him to prevent any unwanted revelations to the other guests. Albert looked at Pierre for a long moment, part of him had assumed his friend dead while he had been locked in the Tower, the thought of what had actually happened never crossing his mind until he had been told after his escape. Then his expression seemed to lose any warmth it had, turning frightfully cold instead. “-I -could -hardly believe it when I was -told that you -would be -attending a -party like this.” No doubt enforced by the leader who held puppet monarchs in his pocket, thus expected those apparently loyal to him to attend. “-Part of me thought you -might have been -dead.”

[bertievi]

@pierre-renaldi cont. from x

“Back in your --garden already, are you? I --can -confirm if that is the -case I am --mightily envious. We are all -well -here, -Lilibet seems --to have her eye on --someone, which is --getting the -press riled up with -curiosity. How --is -Genovia -faring? The -rebuild -going well?”

[bertievi]

@pierre-renaldi

Arranged marriages were not something he had truly agreed upon. He had the freedom to choose who he wanted to spend his life with and he believed he had chosen well. To know that the Privy Council forbid the same freedom for his daughter added a level of protective frustration to the whole arrangement. When the suitor had arrived to meet his wife to be and the British family, Albert had expected a certain formality to the event and decided to meet him in one of the state rooms. The halls were lined with armed guards and behind them, generation after generation of the British monarchs in paintings, watching the new comer walk through the halls.

Albert was in full dress uniform, some might have thought it a sign of respect, but to anyone royal, it was a show of power. Pierre was announced like anyone else might have been, his titles included but he was made to wait until Albert gave permission for him to enter and he did delay, dismissing some of the generals and commanders from the room, having purposely arranged their meeting at that time to have them walk passed Pierre on their exit. Then he was shown in.

Albert did not say anything, instead he took that small moment, that very first introduction to the man that was meant to marry his precious daughter, looking his over and indeed assessing him.

[bertievi]

@pierre-renaldi

Being allowed to travel with papa was always good fun. Especially when it meant that Philippe was left at home with Maman and Pierre could bask in all the attention he was getting from his father. Not to mention that having to drag his little brother around everywhere was such a bore. Philippe was practically still a baby after all, while Pierre was already ten. No wonder papa had wanted him to come along, not Philippe.

So, really, getting to visit the british royal family was only secondary. What mattered was that he got to spend time with papa. Except now. Right now Rupert was busy having very important conversations Pierre had been told, so he sat, waiting obediently, while his feet dangled a good foot off the ground.

That was until someone he did not know entered the room. “Hello, pleased to meet you,” he said politely.

Albert had come home from his naval tour, ‘prince’ duties demanding he leave early to meet with the Genovian royal family. At only fifteen himself, he was much more reluctant to have to come home from what he believed would be his future career to meet a family whom he didn’t know just because they also happened to be royal.

Further annoyed that his father and the visiting king were actually unavailable, he had pushed his way into a room to brood when he was greeted by a polite young boy. He paused as he assessed him, of course, this could only have been Prince Pierre.

“How -can you be so s-sure you’re --pleased to meet me?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “As -far as you know I might be -the most --terrible person in the world.” It was said seriously but he laughed afterwards and leaned forward so they might be the same height. “-Stunning greeting though. You must be his royal highness -Prince -Pierre?” He checked.