(1311-06-18) Meeting Family
Summary: Farah sends for Marco to introduce him to her father. But when he arrives he makes yet another acquaintance.
RL Date: 21/06/2019
Related: Farah and Marco stuff.
farah marco 

Akkadian Suite — Guest Tower


The Akkadian delegation had arrived on the day before. Curiously enough, official visits had been kept to a minimum. There was word though, about the two Akkadian princes having paid the Duchesse their respects in a brief visit to her audience chamber. Marco will have received a letter on this morning, from his intended. Her handwriting, steadier and more beautiful than on other hastily scribbled notes he had received from her on other occasions. This letter had a more official ring to it, especially since it requested him to pay a visit to the Akkadian Suite in the Guest Tower. 'My father has expressed the wish to meet you before the wedding, and so I would be very pleased if you could come by in the hours of late morning.' That sort of official.

Either way, when Marco arrives, he will find Farah not in the company of Akkadian princes, but with a woman, d'Angeline by her looks. A certain sharp beauty governs the features of the woman, who seems to be in her early forties. Drawing the eye perhaps is the design of the dress, and the skin it bares on the woman's back, showing the exquisite art of a marque — of House Valerian, as someone familiar with Mont Nuit may easily observe.

Farah looks up when Marco enters, looking a bit startled at first, but then that expression fades into a cast of… surprised delight. "Marco! You are early," the Akkadian bride-to-be declares with a smile. Her gaze drifts to the woman at her side. "May I introduce to you my… mother. Mademoiselle Fleur nó Morhban? Mother, this is my intended, Lord Marco Mereliot, Vicomte de Toulon."

Fleur turns to regard the new arrival, and she lowers herself then into a deep curtsey of Night Court grace. "My lord," she greets, her tone clearly conveying respect and a certain warmth. "I am happy to make your acquaintance."

Marco has of late taken to more finery and formal dress. His sharp green eyes taking in the room and the area as he steps inside. He moves carefully towards Farah's side studying the other woman with open curiosity. He smiles then warmly as he catches Farah's own look watching her warmly. He moves to her side catching her hand and leaning in to kiss her cheek "My Lady." He then glances to Fleur and considers her inclining his head, "My Lady Fleur, I am glad to finally meet you. Farah has so very much looked forward to finding you and meeting you." He admits and then he continues, "I'm so glad you could make it for this event. It means so much to Farah and thus to me." He says to her and he gestures for Fleur to sit, "Please be comfortable, can I get you anything? I imagine your tale is quite the fascination."

Farah seems to be a bit nervous, in shows in the flicker of her dark eyes as she looks from Fleur to Marco and back again. "Mademoiselle Fleur has replied to my letters and agreed to come all the way to Marsilikos for the wedding," she explains softly. "She has arrived in the company of Lord Médard de Morhban, her mentor, and she will attend the feast as his escort for the evening." Farah bites her lip and then looks towards Fleur, as the older woman takes a seat gracefully on one of the comfortable cushions. The suite has of course been furnished in Akkadian style, with low tables and seating cushions rather than chairs.

"No thank you," Fleur replies to Marco, looking up at him with a faint glitter in her eyes. Her eyes are grey-blue. "I haven't yet gotten to share much of the story," she adds softly, looking to Fleur. "I understand, your father has arrived here as well? How intriguing it should be to see him again after all these years." The statement seems to be genuine, her tone not laced by any hint of sarcasm. "Even so, I am glad that you have come to Terre d'Ange, my little Farah. And that you will stay. Companions, you have grown into such a beauty. I daresay, Lord Marco will be blessed with you as his wife."

Marco drops down into a cushion and he pulls Farah in keeping ahold of her hand. He smiles reassuringly to her. He then glances back to Fleur, "You are both of course most welcome. And if there's anything we can do to make your time here more pleasant please let us know." He says as his head tilts at Fleur's words he considers them slightly and he smiles, "I am already blessed to have her in my life. And I look forward greatly to our matrimony and I am I think most glad of everyone that she has come to join her heritage." He says turning his head to watch his betrothed.

A faint blush shows in Farah's cheeks. "I am so glad that I get to finally meet you again. So many years have passed…", she remarks towards her mother. But it seems she is falling silent, curiously observing the interaction between Marco and Fleur.

"As am I," Fleur replies to her daughter, her gaze going a bit thoughtful. "I wanted to take you with me back then, but His Highness, Prince Fouzan insisted to keep you around. Perhaps it was his way of tempting me to return some day." Her smile dims a little. "Prince Fouzan had been host to Lord Médard and myself for far too long, we had already overstayed our welcome. There were some people at the Akkadian court that didn't think of us favorably. Even so… I think Médard will look forward to seeing His Highness again. As I do, as well."

Marco considers that quietly listening to the parts of the tale, "Well I cannot fault him for keeping her around but I'm sorry you were parted for so long. But… I am happy for where she has come to." He says squeezing Farah again and smiling before glancing to Fleur, "And you've been with the MOhrban since?" He asks curiously head tilting, "It sounds like quite the… history." He offers, "What took you there?" He asks as he rests his face against Farah's shoulder.

Farah does not object to Marco's proximity, nor to his demonstration of such, by the subtle contact of his face to her shoulder. There is a flicker in her gaze though as she looks towards her mother. A bit of uncertainty there, as if to gauge Fleur's reaction. "Yes, please tell us," she seconds Marco's request of hearing more about the courtesan who gave birth to her in a time that feels like so many ages ago.

"Médard was quite fascinated with me," Fleur replies with a smile. "Enough for him, to approach me shortly after we came back to Elua. He persuaded me to leave House Valerian to which I had returned. He tempted me with the promise to open a salon of my own in Pointe d'Oeste. So this is how he lured me there. To Kusheth. A tempting bait, for anyone of Valerian canon. And I haven't regretted my choice ever since."

Marco considers that quietly listening to the parts of the tale, "Well I cannot fault him for keeping her around but I'm sorry you were parted for so long. But… I am happy for where she has come to." He says squeezing Farah again and smiling before glancing to Fleur, "And you've been with the MOhrban since?" He asks curiously head tilting, "It sounds like quite the… history." He offers, "What took you there?" He asks as he rests his face against Farah's shoulder.

Farah does not object to Marco's proximity, nor to his demonstration of such, by the subtle contact of his face to her shoulder. There is a flicker in her gaze though as she looks towards her mother. A bit of uncertainty there, as if to gauge Fleur's reaction. "Yes, please tell us," she seconds Marco's request of hearing more about the courtesan who gave birth to her in a time that feels like so many ages ago.

"Médard was quite fascinated with me," Fleur replies with a smile. "Enough for him, to approach me shortly after we came back to Elua. He persuaded me to leave House Valerian to which I had returned. He tempted me with the promise to open a salon of my own in Pointe d'Oeste. So this is how he lured me there. To Kusheth. A tempting bait, for anyone of Valerian canon. And I haven't regretted my choice ever since."

Marco smiles warmly, "I think… I could imagine such a fascination." He says playfully and smiles, "Oh? I imagine… you drew quite the patronage. Well I am glad you have had the pleasure of your decisions." He smiles considering it, "Do you have questions for your mother Farah? If you wish privacy I can give it?" He looks to her leaning in to brush his lips along her shoulder.

"Ummm…", Farah seems a bit baffled by Marco's suggestion, some questions lingering there obviously, if one can judge by the look she gives her mother. "No. Please stay. At least for a bit longer.", she murmurs towards Marco. To his rather forward move of kissing her shoulder through layer of fabric still draws a faint shiver from her and makes her straighten in her seating position beside her intended. "Pleasures. Yes. Your… canon, mother. Service of Naamah. These may be things I may wish to speak of later, as I still am trying to comprehend certain aspects of d'Angeline way of life.", she adds then, towards Fleur, perhaps a bit flustered by the topic, and by Marco nudging her towards addressing it.

There is a bit of commotion behind an adjoining door, and it opens shortly after. It is a different door from the one that leads to Farah's room. And into the parlor of the suite enters a man of Akkadian blood and royal station, as once can easily assume from his proud features and carriage.

Spotting him, Farah almost jumps to her feet, rising swiftly, before she takes a step towards the Akkadian prince and lowers herself into a deep curtsey. "Father," she breathes, lowering her gaze in respect, dusky features still warm from a blush. "It may please you to meet… my intended. The Lord Marco Mereliot. And to… renew an acquaintance. As… my mother has been so kind as to come here for the wedding. You may remember… Mademoiselle Fleur nó Morhban, father."

Marco just smiles quietly watching Farah's responses and clearly a mix of enjoying her discomfort and finding it adorable. He blinks as she jumps to her feet though. He tilts his head considering her and rises though more slowly. He bows to the new arrival, "Your Excellency. Please be welcome it's a pleasure to meet you finally." He says in formal bow taking his time with it before rising slowly. His head tilting to gauge the elder man with that haughty attitude and regal bearing. He seems fascinated to see the reactions from the man to the return of the… one that got away as it were.

Prince Fouzan is a handsome man, even for d'Angeline standards, looks probably have ripened more as he now stands before them, in his mid-forties. A touch of a smile had been lightening his gaze as he regarded Farah, gaze turning then a bit more scrutinizing as he regards Marco. "My lord.", Fourzan greets, his voice thick with his Akkadian accent. "I have visited Terre d'Ange before. But this is the first time, since twenty years that I set foot on these lands again." His lips pull into a more pronounced smile now, until his expression seems to freeze for a moment, as his dark eyes look towards the familiar features of the former Valerian courtesan. "And yes… How will I ever be able to forget this particular flower…", he murmurs, stepping towards Fleur, as she lowers herself into a deep curtsey, reaching for her hand to lift it to his lips, grating delicate fingers with his teeth. All gently, of course. "You look like no time has passed since last we met," he tells her in his accented d'Angeline, before he leans in and murmurs a few words in Akkadian into her ear.

Marco's smile is steady and even as he considers and offers, "Well I hope you are to enjoy your stay in Marsilikos. I'm sure it is different than the City of Blessed Elua but we are pleased to host you and your entourage. In honor of the great gift you have allowed us in having My Lady Farah stay here for the time being." He watches the two then his head tilting considering watching Fouzan's gaze. He clearly follows the intensity with which the Prince considers Fleur. He raises a brow head tilting looking to Farah for her reaction and watching Fouzan approach Fleur as she lowers her. He blinks as he watches the soft hand lifted to the Prince's lips and the way the teeth press against her flesh he looks surprised and intrigued at the attitudes. "I hope you all intend to thoroughly enjoy yourselves at these events?"

Farah seems to hold her breath, as she watches her father walk over to her mother, and as her fingers find Marco's hand, she squeezes ir, perhaps seeking reassurance of sorts.

Fleur nó Morhban rises from her curtsey, and her eyes lift to meet the intense stare of the prince. "So do you," she responds softly, and her lips pull into a smile. There is no haste as she withdraws her hand from his grasp, and her smile seems to deepen just so as she considers the momentary mark left on a finger. "It will be an opportunity to indulge in memories, of times past," the courtesan replies to Marco, even if her gaze remains locked with that of Prince Fouzan. "I shall inform Médard. I am certain he will be delighted to see you again." This latter part, obviously aimed at the Akkadian Prince.

Marco returns the squeeze from Farah's hand letting his fingers twine with hers. He strokes her palm gently ressauringly as the two watch the Prince and his Courtesan. He steps in towards Farah and murmurs gently to hear ear, "It seems like… there is much to their history. Are you alright?" He asks her, staying near to her and considering the two watching them with that lingering thought, "We might not be the only story out of this weekend my dear." He says to her smiling though as he offers, "You all must have so very much to catch up upon. Farah and I are quite honored, all agreed to join us."

Farah smiles, a brief flicker of a smile touching her features as she looks towards Marco. "There seems to be quite the story there, yes," she agrees in a whisper. "After all, my father was fond of my mother. I can see that now. It must have driven his wives mad with jealousy. And yet… she never became his wife. If she had… perhaps she wouldn't have been that unique in his memory. A treat that was eventually denied. Oh…" Her eyes go wide as she realizes this. "How curious that to see her again he would have to give me away?"

The prince nods his head to what Marco says. "I was not sure I could make it. But then I remembered how enjoyable my last stay here in this country was. I want to see my daughter wed. And I shall be in excellent company."

Marco murmurs softly, "Your father is still fond of her." He says to her gently and he smiles, "I can see… how they might have been jealous. It must be mixed emotions for him but… he seems willing to do it." He then he glances to Fouzan and he smiles, "Good. Good. Well we will endeavour to ensure your every need is taken care of. I'm sure the Duchess' people are keeping things well in hand. It shall be an event Marsilikos has not recently seen." He says brightly.

"Her Grace has made sure to provide my father with everything he needs," Farah replies to Marco, with her voice raised a little to make sure the others are hearing her as well. "As for my mother… She told me she is staying at the Morhban Residence, for the duration of the visit." There is just the ghost of a wink tossed Marco's way. Is the prince's daughter attempting to play games? Perhaps! "But… Mother. Father. I think I need a moment to take a stroll outside with Lord Marco. There are some things… about the feast that still need to be discussed. Is it not so?" Her gaze finds the eyes of Marco and she tilts her head just a little.

Marco inclines his head to Farah, "Of course my dear." He says warmly, "I can think of nothing better than to discuss such matters out in the gardens." He says with his own bemused tone. He bows deeply to each, "Thank you again for coming." He says and then he reaches for Farah's hand to tug her for heading out though smiling in delight at the grouping, clearly happy to have been able to see Farah see her parents reunited for a time.

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