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EINLADUNG
_{INVITATION
SEPTEMBER, 2083}

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Xotrayjan wrote:

Johan bowed his head slightly to each Royal that was introduced, minus the aide who received no attention from Johan at all. He tapped his finger against the glass he held in his hand, half full of champagne.
"Well, space warfare was off the limits since the start. We didn't want to destroy Europe after all.", he went on to say before letting out a slight chuckle at the mention of the Adriatic Coast, looking over to the Adriatic VP who was not far away.
"Well Slavs are a lesser people, tending not to know what they're talking about. The only thing they seem to do is commit ethnic cleansing when things get rough."

He gave a smile to each of the royals before speaking again.
"Well with your presence here I'm sure we can forget our former hostilities and enter the future not as foes but potential comrades, though I don't you intend to want to talk completely about the lower people's of Europe and politics, it's a ball after all.", he'd say before looking to the princess.
"Your Highness, would you like to dance?", he'd ask, not exactly wanting her to be left out of the festivities.

Across the ballroom the Emperor was sat on a throne behind a table, guarded by several men in ornate golden powered armour, folded wings on their backs.
It seemed odd, for such a joyous event, the man who orchestrated it was barely participating.

MADRID — Rita simply nodded at the sentiment, "I agree, though it's unfortunate that they have the nerve to show up here after what they've said." The Aide simply continued to look around the room, seeming to keep tabs on everything going on. Whoever they were, they seemed to be incredibly paranoid, something not unusual for the Leithanians.

Amelia stood in a rather traditional, colorful Greater Leithanian dress, albeit tailored differently to be more appropriate in Iberia. The dress still had its semi-transparent fabric that covered the shoulders and sides of the torso, however the dress had a second, opaque crimson layer of fabric underneath to keep from showing anything. Additionally, a semi-transparent veil remained over her head, partially covering the Nunitian's face.

Amelia wasn't exactly quick to answer, pausing for several moments before finally nodding in agreement to his gesture and holding her gloved right hand out.