[FOP] Wicked Game

There was no resting for the princess, no matter how tradition forced her to. After all, it was not often that this city was home to as many noblemen as now. Leaders from all over the continent found their way over here, to party- to show face. And to her, it was a shining time to mend, to forge. As crown princess it was not often she got the chance to speak with those from outside the country, it was not up to her to travel and desperately go after relationships. No, as Crown princess she let those connections come to her. She invited them over with all the hospitality of a royal. She did them the honour of getting visited by her within their chambers, given to them by her and her family. It was all a well-thought-out affair- a royals way of mending. Of reaching out with elegant ease.

Affairs much like today- where instead of resting, she made her way under an illusion of rest, whilst instead, her errands were far from them. She had invited over a councilman for tea that morning in the royal gardens of the palace they both called home- though the man could only do so for the remainder of his trip. The man in question was none other than a Sir Vincent Greywell- a man of war. Which struck the action orientated Xailian within her at the right cords- but apart from that, she had also come to know of his Fire wielding tactics- as well as him honouring her god to do so.  And with that in mind, she couldn't imagine having a difficult time with the old man this morning.

When she arrived within the lush gardens of her home, she saw the man had already been seated down at the little seating area set up for them within the shade of many grapevines and blooming flowers. A morning sun lighting up their vividly coloured green leaves. The crown princess, accompanied by a set of her most trusted guards made her way over to him, signalling her men could leave the two of them alone. She had no intention of coming of as weak in front of the man, since she was not at all. "Councilman Greywell" she greeted him as she approached him from behind, quickly resting her hand upon his shoulder before letting it slide off of it whilst walking past him to her decorated seat. "I am pleased to see you around Al-Cahill" She smiled as she poured the two of them some tea "How are you liking the festivities? I am sure it must have been great to honour your god at such a great scale. Could you feel it? That fiery rush?" she grinned a little, it was a fact after all that within the scorching son of Xaila, the fire god presented itself way stronger than anywhere else on the continent.

It had not come as a surprise to the princes that the old man in front of her had been sent here. As much as it probably had not been a surprise to him to have been called here. It was after all a well known fact the councilman mastered the art of firebending to a grand extent, Meaning he valued their shared god greatly, giving them some common ground on which they could speak. Possibly bleeding it's way into more...interesting talk. Nymeria smiled when he commented on it, sugar lining his words as they met the air.

She had not expected any less from the old warrior, though she had to admit he had gotten quite the hand on the whole diplomatic accent, dispite having relied more onto the sword for many of years. Though perhaps it was just her Xalian genes and warrior ancestory that had deafened her to a generals voice. She nodded her head "I am glad to hear so" she told him as she brought her cup of piping hot tea towards her lips, tasting it's finer aromas without a burn to her skin tissue. Burns were something she had grown out of. The more a sun elf had, the stronger they were afterall.

She chuckled when the mage then turned the conversation towards her, if it had been a commoner she would not have however- "Oh well, Vincent, lets drop the formalities for now, these are days of celebration, no?" she smiled before lifting her chin up slightly to truely anwser him "Festivities i am definetly enjoying indeed. The burning sun, the exotic goods merchants from your side of the border bring into our city- it is all very exciting no matter how many times ive attened them already" the princess told, her voice edged with burning passion "And well- i have never shyed away from a party hmm" a grinn adorned the corners of her mouth shortly as she said that, burning her gaze onto the man infront of her. "Can i expect to see you dance tonight?"  An old man dancing, always fun right?

It truely was immensely unfair,  how the old were doomed to brittle away slowly. Years of life wore them down no matter how great, no matter how noble. The evil and the doom would all become chipped at bone some day. And those like Vincent often seemed to get the worst end of the stick, people who worked the hardest, fought the most for their countries were among the first to notice the downward effect time had on all life eventually. A horried unfairness, Nymeria would have loved to have challenged a man on his fittest leg to a friendly duell. Now she merely smiled with the same meloncholy he had done.

"Time is often most unfair to those who have worked the hardest is it not?" she smiled warmly, her lips meeting the edge of her gold inlaid cup of hot tea. Sweetened with enough sugar to feed an army of honeybees for days. She took a sip as her eyes shimmered in the golden sun behind them when they met Vincent's once more "How is diplomacy treating you?" she asked then, perhaps a useless question knowing the Mastewr infront of her was ought to boast about the country from which he came, especially in regards to the army it had to protect itself. "I mean, there is no doubt as to how qualified you are to lead an army- But a generals place is often not one behind a desk all day- or within the chair you are seated at right now" Nymeria never met Generals, mostly silver tongued diplomats trying to sell her honey coated lies or exaggerated facts. It was a nice change of paste if she had to be honost.