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Pantaleon

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Somewhere in the finer quarters of the capital of Plegia, there was a little city mansion where Pantaleon lived when he wasn't at the barracks or palace. It was a mansion he purpose fully had bought it small and not so grand, not because he didn't have the money, but because he just didn't fifty-fifty want to squander his wealth and he just didn't have time to show it if he did. It also had the strategic advantage of lying up against two other buildings (the left one which he had given to his secretary, and the right to his parents), so the only place one could plant gunpowder or use magic to blow it up was from the front or back side, which would be highly noticeable even by night as the lights in the street would give them away. Also, even if someone did plant explosives on both the front and back there would still be space in the middle for him to potentially survive the blast.

Dinner was nicely under way as Pantaleon was looking through his wine cellar for a bottle of champagne. However, the lady he had invited was not the usual kind, and his reasons were more platonic than usual. Something people would question until they found out that it was the queen he had invited over. He finally found the bottle he was looking for, so with that and a sabrage he went back to the living dinner room (it wasn't big enough to be a hall, and could only support a table of ten people) where the queen was being entertained by the butler playing a violin.

As he had only invited one person over, the only servants the queen had the opportunity to see were the stable keeper, a maid, the cook, and a butler as they were the only one living in the mansion and always on duty. When he had big dinners he would usually call in another butler and cook.

When the butler saw him come in he put down his violin, and waited on Pantaleon to open the bottle. He did so, opening it in her majesty's honour, where after he handed it to the butler and sat down. After he had done so, the butler poured the two a glass.

“I hope you enjoy my hospitality, so far, Maeve,” he asked not using any honorific as the two of them were in private.

“To get formal news out of the way I can inform you that the results of the war is still unchanged, but also that attrition is a far away sight from the looks of it,” he took up his glass, ”but with that aside, let us taste to this evening and life the prosperity of our country's future.”

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[Maeve]

She had found that Queens received better food than Princesses. It wasn't anything that surprised her, but she hadn't ever thought about it until she wore the crown. She felt a little bad, honestly, when anyone invited her to be a dinner guest. She must cost a fortune to wine and dine. Of course, Pantaleon could afford that fortune. She had seen to that, and in her opinion, he deserved that fortune. The violin solo was good; she had been taught the harp as a child, never the violin, but she recognized the butler's surprising skill with the instrument. Even if she didn't, it was a pleasant performance that she rewarded with brief applause. "Your hospitality has always been the finest in the land, Pantaleon," she said, and she didn't mean it as mere flattery. "The ladies of the court vie for such an opportunity to join you for dinner,  or so I've heard." From what she'd heard, the ladies had started becoming problematic--but it was a small problem compared to the war. She accepted the glass of champagne, and raised it in the air. "Indeed. To prosperity and a bountiful future," she toasted, taking a delicate sip that bubbled divinely across her tongue. Definitely a fortune, yes. Maeve smiled--content to be here, but not quite certain why she was here. She enjoyed the Marshal's company enough to never decline an invitation though. "It is lovely as ever to partake in your company, but to what do I owe this honor, Pantaleon?"

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He had to admit that he was flatter slight, well not aloud, by the queens compliments even if they were of common courtesy. Though a more drunk version of him would probably also admit that he would not hold the same courtesy to a stranger in honesty.

“I just thought you perhaps wanted to have a small break from the busy quarters of the royal castle without having to retire to the privacy of your own ward,” he responded with a smile on his lips before taking another sip then continued, “but also to change up our games of chess up a little. I usually fight on your territory and I thought we could change it up today by having you fight on my territory where I feel relaxed and at home. I believe the food won't be to far off from being served, so if you do indeed want a game, perhaps we could do so after dinner?”

Taking another sip of his glass, he asked her: “What do you think of the champagne?”

Giving her a change to respond he gave a little more info on it, “It's from Ylisse, but that of course doesn't change the quality of the soil of which it is grown. Now that I think about it, I believe this bottle was a gift from my father on my previous birthday.”

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[Maeve]

She wondered if he were thoughtful or if she had truly started looking haggard over these last few days. The castle was a fine place--it was home, and that was always a comfort to her--but with the war progressing little, her missing traitor of a brother, and the Knights of Cydonia drawing closer to Plegia, it had been stressful. "You're too kind to me, Lord Marshal. Thank you--a break is much appreciated," she said with a smile that came easily, even genuinely. "A game on your territory? Goodness, you're taking away my handicap. I shall never win now," Maeve said in jest, although a part of her did worry that she'd be outmatched. She had always suspected that Pantaleon went easy on her in their matches. In a game of wits, perhaps she could keep pace, but Maeve knew that when it came to strategy, she was inferior. "Well, I suppose it is only fair to give you a chance to unleash your true power." Ah, the champagne. The champagne, what was there to say about such fine vintage? "Absolutely divine. You ruin me. All other wines will pale in comparison from this day out." She paused, and then she amended that statement. "All other champagnes, I should say. I suspect there will always be a time and a place for a dark red." Ylissean wine, of course. There were fine lands for vineyards along their borders, and Ylisse itself was a land of plenty when it came to nature's bounty. Plegia had its own strength and beauty, but the deserts were not as generous to its people. "I should have known. Your father gave you a princely gift then, and I shall endeavor to outdo him for your next birthday. He is a good man, I am sure, but a queen shall not be outdone in matters of gift-giving by an elderly man, no matter how esteemed he is." She drank from the glass, deeply enough to truly sample the flavor. Dainty sips were insufficient. "Although, I suppose your father knows your tastes far better than I do. I shall be doomed in this contest, lest you help. What do you enjoy, Pantaleon? Besides wine and women and war. I know of all those already."

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He was glad that the champagne was to her satisfaction, even if it was a small thing. He smiled out of a sense of self-satisfaction, taking a sip before commenting on her response.

“That is great to hear, Maeve,” he put down his glass down again, “and I know you will do fine. A gift from someone who is not blood kin are often the best as it incite a feeling of curiosity and an excitement what comes about. I always love to see what kinds of gifts someone who haven't lived with me a for a large part of my life would give me. Wouldn't you agree about the conjuration of such feelings of curiosity and excitement?”

When she asked him about what he liked beside the list she brought up, he responded by pointing towards one of the walls that had a book case standing up against it. It was small, and a watchful eye would notice that there was some mechanic mechanism on the wall it was standing against. Maybe it was a flipping wall, which would be nice in case the room needed more space. (If one did not notice that, I guess most of this paragraph is irrelevant I guess, lol. Sorry about that, but my mind just seizured and went random.)

“Books are always an option. Unfortunately, while I love art, such articles require space, and I find that my place has enough space for my taste, but a book one can always have space for. I love fairy tales, mysteries (mostly to laugh at how predictable they can be, yeah I am a horrible human being like that), copies of first account history books, and rare biographies of all those influential people in the world.”

He took another sip, “I hope that is a large enough selection to inspire you, my lady,” he said with a wink.

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[Maeve]

What do you give an accomplished man who could afford anything he wanted for himself? It didn't occur to her that the gift didn't have to be the epitome of perfection. His message that some gifts are better simply for being a surprise escaped her understanding. Gifts were a thing diplomats exchanged for the favor of the crown; Maeve had never had friends for whom the gift of giving was enoguh on its own. "I fear I am no expert on gifts, Pantaleon, but I shall endeavor not to let you down. Wonder, excitement, curiosity: I shall search for those virtues and box them up for you." She smiled, and it was almost natural. Perhaps it was; she felt safe around Pantaleon, and the campaign brought a light rosey color to her cheeks. "Books--I can manage books. Alas, it would be easier to give you the heads of our enemies on pikes, but I fear I can't carry out a war without your help to begin with. However, a good piece of literature... Yes, I could arrange that on my own--"  She had a sudden realization. Maeve frowned. "But so could your father. I shall have to pool my resources, or I lose to him there too." Maeve bit her lip. "Would it be cheating if I stole from the library? There are old ancient tomes there, kept away from the eyes of others by the librarians. They are not so entertaining though, for their languages are long lost to us." She shook her head, and Maeve took another sip of the she champagne, savoring its flavor. "What folly is this? I shouldn't be asking you. You are the man I must surprise." pantaleon