Upon stepping down the mobile stairs that lead from the boarding hatch to the ground, Voltus found himself thronged by a growing mass of staff, nobles and their entourage. They all wore robes and gowns of splendid silks, oven it them gold thread and bejeweled around cuffs and collars. Voltus felt slightly sick, he wasn't sure why they would waste so much on such expensive clothes, when a simple coat would so. As they took the steps down, Voltus wrapped his wife's long plaits loosely around his arm, carrying it like a servant would carry a towel over one arm. Voltus leaned down to his wife, adjusting the parasol.

"Muzhchiny zdes', gde bol'she yuvelirnyye izdeliya, to vy." he quipped, making her let out a giggle. Once at the bottom, Voltus was thankful to see his own royal guard spill out of a service hatch on the lower levels of the zeppelin, he spotted their flashing white trench coats and glinting silvered guns from the corner of his eye. There were Twenty-Six of them in total, each one brandishing a glinting [url=http://thetruthaboutguns.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Century-Arms-International-Wise-Lite-Arms-Sterling-Sporter-1-courtesy-Joe-Grine-for-The-Truth-About-Guns1.jpg]submachine guns[/url] and wearing elektrum steel plates under their flapping coats. These men were hand picked by Voltus, taken fromm the best of the best graduates, from the best military academies from across the nation. Though there were more then Twenty-Six on board the ship, they were auxiliary, they guarded the ship incase a hasty take off were needed or would rush out if added men were required. 

With them, Voltus spotted the the looming form of his mechanical steed, being walked towards the royal pair, Chien padding along briskly, her metal parts glinting from their recent polish. The nobles seemed a bit flustered to see so many guards anreven the temple guard seemed to stand to attention more, Voltus merely smiled. His guard stopped suddenly and saluted their sovereign before one of them detached and walked the horse over to them, handing the reins to his Tsar and returning to the line with a nod of gratitude from Voltus. 

Voltus spotted the transportation that was waiting for them there, a gilded carriage, a host of white steeds, a heavily decorated camel; none caught his fancy. He preferred to ride his mech-horse but concerned for his wife and the heat, he decided to have her ride it. The Tsar picked up Marie, much to her delight and deposited her on the worn leather saddle of the horse, she deftly slipped her her feet into the stirrups and took the reigns with a practiced grip. The royal guard formed two ranks around them, two columns of thirteen men and women on either side, standing in pairs apart from the commanders in front, leading their group. Voltus handed the parasol up to the Tsarina and she took it with no objection, holding it over her shoulder and shielding herself from the sun; Voltus shifted his wife's loosely coiled hair up to his shoulder, making sure she wasn't being tugged before he started talking. He heard an audible gasp come from the congregation of nobles, it seemed that a king walking was a foreign idea to them.

As the column marched, a spindly robbed man with thick circular glasses scurried in-between the two guard groups, warranting stares and hands poised on the safety switches. The royal guard were extremely loyal and extremely protective. The bespectacled bowed deeply and walked backwards, Voltus was impressed, that must have been hard to do. 

"Your Majesty," he uttered, not making eye contact, "Would you not find it more to your liking on a carriage?" clearly he was panicked, as if Voltus was suppose to be in the carriage, Voltus shook his head.

"Your Ventian is good," said Voltus casually, dabbing at his sweaty forehead with a handkerchief, "Where did you study?"

"Universitet Verveaux, Kollazh yazyka[sup][1][/sup]," Replied the man hastily as nobles started giving him angry looks, "bu-" Voltus cut him off.

"What did you major in, Mr...?" Voltus dragged out the sentence, hoping for a name to find itself attached to it when the bespectacled man spoke.

"Kheshin, Prose." the bespectacled man had given up and started to leave the column, looking down as he approached the seating nobles, Voltus smiled at him.

"I'm not done speaking with you, Mr Kheshin." called out Voltus, making the man stop in his tracks and turn around, "Come, tell me a little about yourself." With obvious relief, Kheshin returned, much to the disdain of the nobles. The pair spent the rest of the walk talking amongst one another, Voltus learned that scholarships were few and far between in Tin, explaining how the man knew how to speak Ventian so well; most were too poor to send their children aboard and nobles didn't consider a formal eduction important, leaving only a few to be sent abroad on government money to learn and return. As they came up to the door Voltus shook the man's hand firmly, "It was a pleasure, I hope to see you at the meeting." Voltus gave the man a small bow, making him jump in his place, "until then." Voltus entered through the doors he was lead to, leaving Kheshin to be thronged by the mass of nobles, all hoping to get on his good side after seeing him being friendly with a King.


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Voltus felt the need to vomit.
 
The room was heavily comfortable, with heavy, substantial furniture, it made him sick - Physically so. He swayed violently and had to grab onto his wife to stay up, despite her small frame she hefted him up with ease.

"What the fuck are these people doing..?" he mumbled to himself, looking over the room again there was a chandelier bigger then that in his ballroom dangling in the center, above a large circular bath, he sniffed the air, "Is that bath filled wit rose water?!" His wife took a sniff of the air and nodded. Voltus detached himself from his wife and wandered over to the bed, it was silk, his bedsheets were linen, the pillows were full of fox tails, his were full of goose down. "I think I'll be sleeping on the floor.." he mumbled.