A Frantic Flight (Franerre-Nevarra)

[callmedelta]

It was the early hours of the morning when the telegram came. Earlier, King Dante thought he had been lucky, his first peaceful night in months, but it wasn't to last. Upon reading it, the order was out to scramble a plane as fast as possible. It was loaded with whatever valuables were small and valuable enough to be sold once landed, enough to give their passengers plenty of money to survive in their new home of the foreseeable future. 

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"Father?" the Prince said, "Why can't you come with?"

King Dante looked from up from his son, gazing into his wife's eyes. Those blue orbs were as beautiful as the day he met them. He couldn't stand seeing them full of tears. Dante looked back down to his son. This could very well be the last time seeing the boy. He couldn't leave him with a lie, but how was Dante to explain this situation to an 7 year old? Dante swallowed, beginning, "Son..." The words caught in his throat. "You are fleeing to Nevarra for your own safety. Soon, I don't think Franerre will be safe anymore for you."

"If it's not safe, than why are you still here?" Caden interrupted.

Dante froze. Tears began to form in his eyes. 'No,' he thought, forcing them back, 'Not yet.' The King put his arm around his son, using the other to sweep to the city before them, light even with the late hour. "Do you see all of those people in Pareau, Caden?" the King asked.

"Uh huh," the young boy answered. 

"All of my subjects in Pareau need me here. More than just them, as well. Those in Desterque, in Alcasse, all of Franerre. Every single one needs mere here, with them. I can't be with them in Nevarra," Dante explained.

"But I'm your subject too!" Caden shouted. The young boy rushed forward, burying his face in his father's embrace. The solid chest, containing a heart full of love for his family and nation. Soon, the King's strong arms, built from years of fencing, wrapped around his son. Dante's head, so full of worries and plans it seemed to be twice the age as the rest of him, rested atop his son's, so young, bright, and filled of innocence. Queen Lucia soon wrapped around from the other side of the boy, the full family embracing for what very well could be the last time. Dante made sure to burn the feeling in his mind as tears began to fall. Finally, after painstakingly too short an eternity, the trio broke off their embrace. 

"No, son," Dante said, "You are Caden Jacob Marchégia III, Prince of Franerre. More importantly, you are Caden Marchégia, my son. Please, grant your father this one thing, and get on that plane." 

"Okay," the young boy said, sniffing back tears. Dante looked to a nearby servant and gave a quick nod, the woman coming over and escorting the Prince to the plane. Then, it was just the King and Queen. 

Lucia stood there for a few moments, looking at her husband. Dante stepped forward, kissing her forehead and embracing her, the woman's head resting on the man's chest. Dante made sure to burn this feeling in his mind as well. "Stay safe, my pearl," Dante whispered into her ear, "Raise our son well."

"I will," she whispered back, "I will, darling. Please, stay safe."

Dante swallowed back more tears. He wouldn't lie to her, not when it may be the last time they were together. Dante pressed Lucia's head closer to his chest. "Do you feel that?" he asked, "That's my heartbeat. You'll be able to feel it all the way in Nevarra. As long as my heart beats, I'm alright." 

Lucia rocked her head back and forth, the closest thing to a nod she could do will still on his chest. Finally, after painstakingly too short an eternity, the pair broke off their embrace. The King slipped a letter into the Queen's hands. "Give this to Caden whenever you think best," he said. "Now go, before it becomes too painful for you to leave." Tearfully, the woman nodded, stepping into the plane. The King watched the plane take off until he couldn't see it anymore, and even after, staring into the starry night sky.

[Faust]

After the long trip they would find themselves in Nevarra. Automatically the warm winds would whip across them once they found themselves exiting from the plane. They would be greeted by a guarded escort already prepared for them.

"Your Majesty" they offered a polite bow, the Nevarran Royal Guard arranged in file on either side with an open door to a black Santiago Supersport bearing a sleek design as the sun gleamed brightly off of it, much longer than cars normally would be for a Santiago model. As they stepped inside there would be a stout man sitting on the other side of the back seat, an opened window behind him as he seems to be communicating with the driver through once the Queen and the Prince he would stop and turn back with a smile.

"Welcome to Nevarra Queen Lucia and Prince Caden. It is a pleasure to meet you, I hope your travel here was comfortable. If there is anything you need to know I have been assigned to act as an envoy on behalf of the Crown and His Majesty King Ernesto. He has arranged for one of his family's unused estates to be your home for the duration of your stay here in Nevarra. Once we arrive I hope it will suffice."

[callmedelta]

Blissfully, the young Prince had been asleep most of the flight by the looks of things, just now awaking from his rest. The Queen, however, was another story. If ever the words 'graceful' and 'unkempt' went together, it was with Queen Lucia's current state. Her eyes were stained red, contrasting starkly with her blue irises. Her hair was frazzled, stray strands seeming to poke every which way. Despite her circumstances, however, the Queen still held an air of grace and civility in her state, her head held high.

"Thank you," the Queen said quietly, her voice worn from the crying. She swallowed, trying to force her aching voice back into service. "What would your name be?"