[center][h1][color=Sandybrown]Casimir Antik D'strad[/color][/h1]
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Pulling up to the luxurious castle, a white limousine stopped before the front steps of the Aciras palace. An attending valet rushed forward to open the door and out stepped... an older, dark skinned gentlemen who held a long white box at his sides. [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/ab/ec/61/abec61e75c7711aaad7b5f5efb326691.jpg]Deriez Cathhoc[/url] sighed deeply and looked pointedly at the guard's and valet's confusion. As he contemplated his predicament, another limosine, this one black, pulled up just behind the white one. He looked to the guards after taking note of the second car's arrival. 

[i]Earlier, Deriez sat across from Casimir who boredly had crossed his legs and stared out the window of the limo's tinted windows. He had to admit, the prince of Ortha had been oddly quiet for once. Casimir bounced his leg impatiently, tightly holding onto the white package on his relaxed, high waisted red trousers that ended in a large black sash across his abdomen, giving a hint of his highly sculpted abdomen beneath. Over that, he merely wore a long sleeved golden-colored jacket that nicely complemented his olive skin tone but left his chest and pectorals open to the space uncovered between his pants and open overcoat. At Casimir's side, hooked through one of his belt loops was a bright crimson scarf of sorts, a free hanging cloth that draped at his side at all times. His eyeliner, as always, was on point. As soon as the Aciras palace was in sight, Casimir bolted upright, putting both feet down.

[color=sandybrown]"I have an idea!"[/color] His green eyes were wide with excitement that had been buried under a stack of boredom for the few hours they'd been travelling, first by plane and now by limo. Deriez's response was short and cutting.

"No."

[color=sandybrown]"Wha-? You don't know what I was going to say--"[/color]

"Is it the plan you told me about last night?"

Casimir went silent as his advisor crossed his arms, looking at the Prince with a nonsense-free air. "Yes, that's what I thought." Deriez turned his head to look out the window as well. A moment of silence later, Casimir spoke up.

[color=sandybrown]"I'm going to do it."[/color]

"You will not."

[color=sandybrown]"I'm telling you, slow down the limo right now."[/color]

"Your majesty--" Deriez started to scold the Prince with a sigh. At that moment Casimir opened the door of the moving limo as it was a passing inside of the palace gates and bailed out, tucking and rolling in his fine clothing. Deriez nearly had a heart attack as he jumped up, slamming the limo door closed and sticking his head out the window to note Casimir popping himself up and dashing into the bushes towards the back of the palace. "Oh my god." Deriez practically wheezed as he sat himself back down, taking his phone and putting in a number. He raised the phone to his ear, adjusting his glasses.

"Yes, hello, May I speak to the captain of the Aciras royal guard? It's the Prince of Ortha's advisor, Deriez... Yes, please don't kill him, he's not an intruder..."[/i]

Right at that moment, Casimir jogged around the castle and found what he was looking for, a rose ladder extending to the second floor. With a grin, his eyes gleaming, he hopped up and slid his fingers through the thick wood and began making the climb. He was so excited that he lost his footing at one point and would have fallen half a story down had it not been for his hand actually getting stuck. With a slightly panicked grunt, he flailed his way back onto the ladder and let out a sigh of relief when he regained his position. Looking back up to the window, he continued his climb. Half not believing his luck and half knowing it would work out a it had, Casimir gently pushed open the window and slipped inside to a luxurious bathroom. He nearly ran out of the room but hopped on one foot in the doorway as he skid to a stop. He walked to the mirror, double checking that his clothes weren't dirty or anything from his bail out and doing a fast rework of his eye liner to ensure its prominence. Satisfied, Casimir slid his eyeliner back into his pocket and grinned at his reflection. 

[color=sandybrown]"Showtime."[/color]

Having asked for and memorizing a map of the layout of Aciras palace back at Ortha, Casimir quickly found the long banister staircase that overlooked the area in which everyone mingled and hung around. He grinned from ear to ear as he stood at the top of said staircase and extended his arms to his sides, his voice carrying all around thanks to the acoustics in the room.

[center][color=sandybrown][h3]"Your Majesty's!"[/h3][/color][/center]

He took a look around the room, hoping he had ensnared everyone's most likely confused attention. Keeping his arms extended at his sides he began to descend the staircase. The colorful garment attached at his hip gave him an attractive asymmetrical silhouette, his open arms exposing more of his bare chest and upper abdomen. As he descended, Deriez came in through the front door with an unamused expression. 

[center][color=sandybrown][h3]"I come with a small gift for all of you in celebration of this most... enticing of meetups."[/h3][/color][/center]

He gave a breathy chuckle as he reached the bottom of the stairs, hands on his hips with confidence as he looked around to everyone in the room, noting the beautiful Isobel, the mysterious Sade, and many, many other attractive men and women all waiting to open their hearts. His gaze at last fell on Mai Mei, and his face lit up like a child on christmas. Before addressing her, he turned his attention back to everyone else.

[color=sandybrown]"I offer to you my personal handmaidens and men for our stay here in Aciras. They are yours to do with as you please over the next three months. You may refuse them if you wish, they are but a gift after all."[/color] He laughed a bit more heartily at that, his joke of course being that refusing any gift from any country would be a slap-of-the-face insult and turning down gifts would be horribly offensive. As he spoke, several well dressed handmaids and men filed into the door, having been the contents of the second limo that had followed Casimir and Deriez. They filtered through before appearing before all the gathered participants, bowing or curtseying formally to their assigned prince or princess. The maidens and men that had an assigned participant that hadn't arrived yet stayed near the door with their hands clasped, smiles on their faces. With his introduction over, instead of going to the King and Queen of Aciras, he turned towards Mai Mei and strode with purpose to her. His pointed-toe boots gave a small echoing footfall each time he rocked over his heel as he stopped before her and bowed, picking up her hand in his own and giving it a gentle kiss.

[color=sandybrown]"Lady Rose,"[/color] He murmured, looking up at her from where he was bowed, his lips still hovering over her hand as he gingerly let it go. With an eyeroll, Deriez stepped forward and handed the white package over to Casimir, who took it with a small nod. [color=sandybrown]"For you, I not only have a handmaiden but a small present I commissioned from Ortha's finest silk weavers. . ."[/color]

Casimir's strong hand were placed over the long, white box and lifted up the top. Within, he brandished what appeared to be a [url=http://www.ladiesemporium.com/store/media/006376/006376_01.jpg]crimson and black lace parasol.[/url] The lace itself, upon further inspection, was delicate Orthan silk woven to give the appearance of lace. He passed to her the box, his smile mildly melancholic as he looked at her face for her reaction.

[color=sandybrown]"It is a shame you are not my betrothed,"[/color] His voice purred quietly, his green eyes half closed as his head tilted to the side. [color=sandybrown]"But I take comfort in knowing... I may be able to protect you from harming your delicate skin in the sunlight."[/color] Casimir chuckled softly, his eyes then looking over to find whom she'd been talking to. His eyes widened and he smiled at Feora.

[color=sandybrown]"Lady Feora,"[/color] His eyes met hers, turning himself slightly towards her. [color=sandybrown]"We finally meet."[/color]