Meet the Promised Debutante first

You decide to entertain the Axumite Dignitary’s offer, and even go as far as to take up his offer of a royal marriage, though not without conditions of your own.

“If I am to proceed with this marriage, I must first have the opportunity to get better acquainted with this noblewoman of yours,” You say, “I wouldn’t want to be wed to a total stranger, and might I ask who she is?”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” says Eyoab, “She is Princess Adanech Petros, 5th daughter of Prince Fassil Gebreselassie of Semien and relative to Emperor Brehane of Axum. She will be here in a few days’ time, so can I ask for your patience, Your Majesty?”

“You will have it,” you say.

The next day, the promised noblewoman comes, and she is a thing of beauty; onyx skin shining with a chocolate-like lustre, luscious lips suited for kissing and bright, piercing brown eyes, complemented with her slender yet lavishing form concealed in robes of white and blue – a kemise, if you remember it being called correctly.

Performing a flawless curtsey, the Princess Adanech is a seductive exotic beauty, indeed.

“Greetings, Your Majesty Heinrich,” she says, her accent soft and beautiful, “I am Princess Adanech, and I am here to present my hand in marriage to you.”

You stand up from your throne and approach her, enthralled by her beauty as you take her hand in yours.

“My greetings to you, My lady,” you say, “Shall we get to know each other better?”

“Of course, My Lord,” says Adanech.

The two of you walk to a nearby garden, scrupulously tended to by a team of gardeners and servants as they manicured and pruned the trees and branches. The two of you sat on a nearby bench, an escort of your guards watching over you discreetly in cover.

“I have to say, your Almaini is very fluent and well-practiced,” you say, “Might I ask where you learned it?”

“From my tutors who visited the confederation before,” says Adanech, “They often made me practice speaking it with them in casual conversation.”

“No wonder,” you say, “So mind telling me more about yourself, My Lady? What your home is like?”

“Well, the mountains of Semien are harshly hot, even in the later months of the year,” Said Adanech, “The Mountains themselves are tall and majestic, and house many varieties of flora and fauna. We even cultivate many varieties of kafa on its slopes, thanks to their altitude and favourable climate.”

“It must seem less harsh, compared to the colder climates of Europa,” you say.

“That it is, My Lord,” Said Adanech, “I must admit though, the summer of your Kingdom – Ostgrenze, I believe it was called – is much colder than I thought it’d be.”

“So tell me, what brings you here so far from home?” You ask.

“As you know, I am the 5th princess of my father,” Said Adanech, “Our Empire… we wish to expand further than our borders into the deep interior of Afrique. My family has long sought to expand its influence outside of Semien, and… as you can guess, I am too far down the line of succession to inherit anything.”

Adanach tries to not sound dispirited, but you quickly pick up on it, though you take care not to push the point.

“That aside, I do hope you are comfortable in your stay here,” you say, “We may be a small Kingdom, but never let it be known that Ostgrenze treats its guests poorly.”

At that, Adanach smiled and said, “Then I shall gladly partake of your hospitality, for as long as it takes.”