Badon: "Speech"
Xander: "Speech"
Baron Jersey Krome: "Speech"
Baroness Sophia Krome: "Speech"
Leading on from these events.
50th Ashan, Arc 717
Xander woke from his sleep and his eyes flashed around the room, it was early afternoon and his nap had been refreshing and a good excuse from getting to the task at hand. However, it was now time to face his parents and reveal the decision he and Celeste had made the trial before. He had no doubt it would go down badly, especially with his father, the stubborn oaf. It wasn't like his father even really cared, more just that recently he had seemed to be out to do whatever he could to annoy the Lord. Not to any surprise he was succeeding, although, Xander was sure he was doing a good job of hiding it. The was not entirely true though when he though of the fateful night where his father had beat him, that was just a one off though or at least for now it was.
So Xander pushed himself up on his forearms and looked at his feet down the end of the bed. He had always found feet odd, the shape, the smell and even the texture, definitely strange to him. However, this was not the time to get distracted by the oddities of the Human body and instead time to prepare to see his parents. With one last glance at his feet and a slight chuckle he stood from the bed and donned a shirt. For a moment he paused and glanced over at the dagger he had been gifted. It lay in the open draw still in its box, ready to be worn when he felt it necessary. After thinking for a few trills he decided he did not need it, his father may have been stupid but he was not foolish enough to kill his own son.
Afterwards he pulled on some socks and then his boots and headed down the stairs to find his parents. "Say Badon, have you seen The Baron and Baroness anywhere?" He smiled to the butler who had spent most of his childhood with. He returned the smile and nodded politely before speaking. "Good afternoon my Lord, yes I saw them go into the study just moments ago." His words were finished with a point of his hand to the closed study door. He looked at Xander and then took a step closer, apparently the man had something he wished to share with the young Lord. It appeared his kindness and friendliness with the slaves and servants really was paying off, his miniature network of informants doing their work. "I think it may interest you to know of their discussion as they entered."
Badon looked around them to make sure they were without eavesdroppers. "They were discussing that your cousin Vaughn may soon becoming a Baron. IT appears his mother is dead, his brother disgraced due to the civil war and his father refused to step in and hold the position at all." This information was certainly interesting, something Xander may need to keep his eye on. That family line were the ones inline to inherit the Dukedom after all and would most likely be Xander's biggest opposition in his aims. "Thank you Badon. That is very useful, I will see my parents now but we can always talk later." Xander clasped the man on the shoulder and then headed for the study.
He knocked three times and listened for the beckoning call of both or either one of his parents. He heard his father's booming voice invite him in and so with a soft push he headed through the door and into the room. "Good afternoon. How are you two doing this fine trial?" He smiled casually as he took a seat away from the desk and put it in front of the fireplace so he sat opposite his parents who were in two arm chairs. "Oh my good boy, it is good to see you well. I am doing just fine thank you." As usual since his sister died his mother tried to make it seem like she had always cared about what happened to him. Of course she had actually neglected him half his life. "I am glad to hear that mother." His words were civil as usual but his heart burned with an anger at her.
His father of course did not play along with the pleasantries. "What do you want boy, enough of your pandering. I see right through your attempts to hide your purpose for being here." That would have only been an issue for Xander if he had expected him not to realise, right now he did not care if his father wished to skip the small talk. Not to mention his father was incorrect, he did not want anything. On the contrary, he was there to inform them of a decision he and his fiance had made. "Actually I don't want anything, I am instead here to tell you of the plan and decision Celeste and I have made about our wedding." Xander paused and his mother spoke up.
"Oh, that is wonderful news. Which layout did you choose? Did Celeste choose the big and most wonderfully decorated wedding dress? The one with the lace?" Xander rolled his eyes for a second forgetting to control his response and then interrupted her stream of questions. Raising his voice a touch so she would know to stop speaking. "No mother, we made out own decision and you will respect it. We will not be marrying in ridiculously expensive clothes and nor will we be having a feast. No. We will be wedded under a tree in simple attire, a shirt and trousers and a nice simple dress. Then instead of a feast we will donate all our money we would have spent on such fanciness to charities and good causes all over the seven duchies." Xander paused to gauge their responses which at this point was one of shock on his mothers face and little on his fathers, at that moment.
So he continued to the last part of his explanation. "We are also going to request all our guests do not bring us gifts but instead give money so that it can be donated to the charities alongside that which we would spend on the wedding. We are also going to send a letter imploring the King and his Lovely wife to be the Empress, the one who inspired this idea, to do something similar with their one wedding." Now the rise came from Xander's father, apparently he was not happy with them contacting the King and suggesting he do the same. His face had gone red and he looked at Xander with frustration clearly boiling inside. "Oh the cheek of it you child. What made you think you could do this, what made you think you had this much charge over your wedding or were even important enough to write tot he king. You foolish boy, this will not do, this will not do at all. Sophia surely you agree with me that our son must have fallen and hit his head, the idiot thinks he can do such a thing. He is just a spoilt bastard, tell him." Xander's eyes narrowed as his fathers angered voice boomed out like a volcano of hate erupting.
"I am sorry father but this is final, this is our wedding and I will have it our way. You have no choice in the matter really. If you are going to make us marry you should at least have the decency to let us marry how we want too. Surely you understand mother?" He looked to her now for support, she had shown interest in being part of his life and now was her chance to help him. "I do understand, come now Jersey and see it from their perspective. Were you not glad we got to have the wedding we wanted, should we not allow them the same opportunity. Even if you say no as I was helping them and you doing nothing my say so as Baroness is what will happen anyway. But I would much prefer your support in this Jersey." Xander was glad for his mother's support on this, it appeared maybe she did wish to try and bridge the gap between them and with that he could abuse it to gain his aims.
He smiled at his mother in thanks and then rubbed his hands together. "So, there it is, we will go ahead with our plan for the wedding. Thank you mother and you too Jersey, this conversation was most useful and eye opening. I hope you will both have a great time at our wedding, and don't worry father I will give you some other occasion when you can have a party and eat all you want." He smugly stood then as what was his father current grumbling turned into harsh cursing. However, he knew he could not disagree with his wife, she had the real power here. "Stupid fucking idiot, thinking he knows how to lead and organise such a huge event. Little bastard I swear he cannot be my son sometimes." Jersey was red faced as he stood now and stormed out of the room. For a brief moment he wondered where he was going, he even wondered if he was going to glare at Celeste some more. Xander was beginning to worry about his father in that way but he could not bring himself to believe he would ever act on whatever urges he was feeling.
So with a final goodbye to his mother he left the room to find Celeste and tell her the good news. He was sure she would be very happy to hear that they could have their wish for the wedding. He was excited to see what he may find in response to the letter they would send and also happy to increase the position and good view of himself and his intended wife with the public. He only hoped these actions would not have too greater repercussions with his father, the man was much less than kind when he was angry.
Xander: "Speech"
Baron Jersey Krome: "Speech"
Baroness Sophia Krome: "Speech"
Leading on from these events.
50th Ashan, Arc 717
Xander woke from his sleep and his eyes flashed around the room, it was early afternoon and his nap had been refreshing and a good excuse from getting to the task at hand. However, it was now time to face his parents and reveal the decision he and Celeste had made the trial before. He had no doubt it would go down badly, especially with his father, the stubborn oaf. It wasn't like his father even really cared, more just that recently he had seemed to be out to do whatever he could to annoy the Lord. Not to any surprise he was succeeding, although, Xander was sure he was doing a good job of hiding it. The was not entirely true though when he though of the fateful night where his father had beat him, that was just a one off though or at least for now it was.
So Xander pushed himself up on his forearms and looked at his feet down the end of the bed. He had always found feet odd, the shape, the smell and even the texture, definitely strange to him. However, this was not the time to get distracted by the oddities of the Human body and instead time to prepare to see his parents. With one last glance at his feet and a slight chuckle he stood from the bed and donned a shirt. For a moment he paused and glanced over at the dagger he had been gifted. It lay in the open draw still in its box, ready to be worn when he felt it necessary. After thinking for a few trills he decided he did not need it, his father may have been stupid but he was not foolish enough to kill his own son.
Afterwards he pulled on some socks and then his boots and headed down the stairs to find his parents. "Say Badon, have you seen The Baron and Baroness anywhere?" He smiled to the butler who had spent most of his childhood with. He returned the smile and nodded politely before speaking. "Good afternoon my Lord, yes I saw them go into the study just moments ago." His words were finished with a point of his hand to the closed study door. He looked at Xander and then took a step closer, apparently the man had something he wished to share with the young Lord. It appeared his kindness and friendliness with the slaves and servants really was paying off, his miniature network of informants doing their work. "I think it may interest you to know of their discussion as they entered."
Badon looked around them to make sure they were without eavesdroppers. "They were discussing that your cousin Vaughn may soon becoming a Baron. IT appears his mother is dead, his brother disgraced due to the civil war and his father refused to step in and hold the position at all." This information was certainly interesting, something Xander may need to keep his eye on. That family line were the ones inline to inherit the Dukedom after all and would most likely be Xander's biggest opposition in his aims. "Thank you Badon. That is very useful, I will see my parents now but we can always talk later." Xander clasped the man on the shoulder and then headed for the study.
He knocked three times and listened for the beckoning call of both or either one of his parents. He heard his father's booming voice invite him in and so with a soft push he headed through the door and into the room. "Good afternoon. How are you two doing this fine trial?" He smiled casually as he took a seat away from the desk and put it in front of the fireplace so he sat opposite his parents who were in two arm chairs. "Oh my good boy, it is good to see you well. I am doing just fine thank you." As usual since his sister died his mother tried to make it seem like she had always cared about what happened to him. Of course she had actually neglected him half his life. "I am glad to hear that mother." His words were civil as usual but his heart burned with an anger at her.
His father of course did not play along with the pleasantries. "What do you want boy, enough of your pandering. I see right through your attempts to hide your purpose for being here." That would have only been an issue for Xander if he had expected him not to realise, right now he did not care if his father wished to skip the small talk. Not to mention his father was incorrect, he did not want anything. On the contrary, he was there to inform them of a decision he and his fiance had made. "Actually I don't want anything, I am instead here to tell you of the plan and decision Celeste and I have made about our wedding." Xander paused and his mother spoke up.
"Oh, that is wonderful news. Which layout did you choose? Did Celeste choose the big and most wonderfully decorated wedding dress? The one with the lace?" Xander rolled his eyes for a second forgetting to control his response and then interrupted her stream of questions. Raising his voice a touch so she would know to stop speaking. "No mother, we made out own decision and you will respect it. We will not be marrying in ridiculously expensive clothes and nor will we be having a feast. No. We will be wedded under a tree in simple attire, a shirt and trousers and a nice simple dress. Then instead of a feast we will donate all our money we would have spent on such fanciness to charities and good causes all over the seven duchies." Xander paused to gauge their responses which at this point was one of shock on his mothers face and little on his fathers, at that moment.
So he continued to the last part of his explanation. "We are also going to request all our guests do not bring us gifts but instead give money so that it can be donated to the charities alongside that which we would spend on the wedding. We are also going to send a letter imploring the King and his Lovely wife to be the Empress, the one who inspired this idea, to do something similar with their one wedding." Now the rise came from Xander's father, apparently he was not happy with them contacting the King and suggesting he do the same. His face had gone red and he looked at Xander with frustration clearly boiling inside. "Oh the cheek of it you child. What made you think you could do this, what made you think you had this much charge over your wedding or were even important enough to write tot he king. You foolish boy, this will not do, this will not do at all. Sophia surely you agree with me that our son must have fallen and hit his head, the idiot thinks he can do such a thing. He is just a spoilt bastard, tell him." Xander's eyes narrowed as his fathers angered voice boomed out like a volcano of hate erupting.
"I am sorry father but this is final, this is our wedding and I will have it our way. You have no choice in the matter really. If you are going to make us marry you should at least have the decency to let us marry how we want too. Surely you understand mother?" He looked to her now for support, she had shown interest in being part of his life and now was her chance to help him. "I do understand, come now Jersey and see it from their perspective. Were you not glad we got to have the wedding we wanted, should we not allow them the same opportunity. Even if you say no as I was helping them and you doing nothing my say so as Baroness is what will happen anyway. But I would much prefer your support in this Jersey." Xander was glad for his mother's support on this, it appeared maybe she did wish to try and bridge the gap between them and with that he could abuse it to gain his aims.
He smiled at his mother in thanks and then rubbed his hands together. "So, there it is, we will go ahead with our plan for the wedding. Thank you mother and you too Jersey, this conversation was most useful and eye opening. I hope you will both have a great time at our wedding, and don't worry father I will give you some other occasion when you can have a party and eat all you want." He smugly stood then as what was his father current grumbling turned into harsh cursing. However, he knew he could not disagree with his wife, she had the real power here. "Stupid fucking idiot, thinking he knows how to lead and organise such a huge event. Little bastard I swear he cannot be my son sometimes." Jersey was red faced as he stood now and stormed out of the room. For a brief moment he wondered where he was going, he even wondered if he was going to glare at Celeste some more. Xander was beginning to worry about his father in that way but he could not bring himself to believe he would ever act on whatever urges he was feeling.
So with a final goodbye to his mother he left the room to find Celeste and tell her the good news. He was sure she would be very happy to hear that they could have their wish for the wedding. He was excited to see what he may find in response to the letter they would send and also happy to increase the position and good view of himself and his intended wife with the public. He only hoped these actions would not have too greater repercussions with his father, the man was much less than kind when he was angry.
