He's dressed in a level of grandeur he finds frankly completely ridiculous but that had been insisted on. He's not sure if it's the Archbishop himself or if it's the other nobles that don't want her to feel slighted that she's both not exactly marrying a prince and most definitely marrying a bastard, but they had been quite insistent that he present himself with all muster-able ceremony.
He would also have preferred to receive her at Camp Dragonhead. There's no expectation of him to abandon his post there and so it will be her home as well, but everyone thought it more meet for them to get to know one another at the House Fortemps manor, perhaps to further give him some legitimacy, since his father does actually recognize him as part of the family. The manor is warm and inviting, somewhat unassuming if she is used to palaces, but richly appointed through more than a thousand years of power and wealth and more than large enough to give them an entire suite of rooms to themselves.
"Well, don't keep her waiting. This is her home now as well," he says, and though the words are impatient, the tone is bemused, in good humor. The rest of his family have left him alone for now, to greet her in private, a courtesy he is grateful for, though they will be along later this same evening. (Perhaps it is merely that they wish to give him plenty of time to warn her about Emmellain. Likely not, but it amuses him to think it.)
"Lord Haurchefant Greystone, of the Silver Fuller," gets announced to her as she's led in, and he turns to greet her, a ready smile coming to his face. At least... that's the intention.
There are many things that Haurchefant is, but an accomplished statesman, capable of keeping his every thought from his face is not one of them and his eyes widen and his breath catches slightly when he first sees her and he's clearly caught utterly off-guard for a moment, words of welcome dead on his lips. He recovers quickly, however, still practiced enough to regain his footing easily enough,
"Your Royal Highness," he says in greeting, taking her hand and bowing over it to kiss it, "It is an honor to make your acquaintance. Please forgive me my rudeness. I must confess, I presumed the stories of your beauty were exaggerated, so great were they," he grins ever so slightly, "I see instead they hadn't said the half."
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Date: 2020-06-28 07:24 pm (UTC)He would also have preferred to receive her at Camp Dragonhead. There's no expectation of him to abandon his post there and so it will be her home as well, but everyone thought it more meet for them to get to know one another at the House Fortemps manor, perhaps to further give him some legitimacy, since his father does actually recognize him as part of the family. The manor is warm and inviting, somewhat unassuming if she is used to palaces, but richly appointed through more than a thousand years of power and wealth and more than large enough to give them an entire suite of rooms to themselves.
"Well, don't keep her waiting. This is her home now as well," he says, and though the words are impatient, the tone is bemused, in good humor. The rest of his family have left him alone for now, to greet her in private, a courtesy he is grateful for, though they will be along later this same evening. (Perhaps it is merely that they wish to give him plenty of time to warn her about Emmellain. Likely not, but it amuses him to think it.)
"Lord Haurchefant Greystone, of the Silver Fuller," gets announced to her as she's led in, and he turns to greet her, a ready smile coming to his face. At least... that's the intention.
There are many things that Haurchefant is, but an accomplished statesman, capable of keeping his every thought from his face is not one of them and his eyes widen and his breath catches slightly when he first sees her and he's clearly caught utterly off-guard for a moment, words of welcome dead on his lips. He recovers quickly, however, still practiced enough to regain his footing easily enough,
"Your Royal Highness," he says in greeting, taking her hand and bowing over it to kiss it, "It is an honor to make your acquaintance. Please forgive me my rudeness. I must confess, I presumed the stories of your beauty were exaggerated, so great were they," he grins ever so slightly, "I see instead they hadn't said the half."