Stadslott
Nystrå, Nystrå Provins
Skånskige Statsunionen
It was a relatively clear day on the lakeside city of Nystrå, the second largest city in Scania and sometimes referred to as the 'City of Glass' due to its nearly entire glass architecture. The city was destroyed in the Great War due to carpet bombings and the city government decided to build a new city of modernity out of the ashes. The Royal Palace for the region, the Stadslott was a gleeming example of this. Finished in the 1990s, the Stadslott was a new milestone of Royal Transparency, or whatever they called it.
Today was going to be another milestone for the city. It would host the first annual Nordic Council. An initiative of the Executive Chancellor to better tie the three Scandinanvian countries together in a tighter framework. King Carl-Erik II also knew it was an attempt from Executive Chancellor Clark-Mallström to get them more firmly in the AGE camp, maybe even to convince Arendaal to join.
The Royal Page announced that the Executive Chancellor had arrived and that the helicopters carrying the delegations from Arendaal and Fjäderholmarna had entered Scanian air space.
King Carl-Erik walked casually out to the front gardens of the Palace. The Royal Honour Guard sparkled in their gold and silver breastplates and their red and gold uniforms. The flags of the three Scandinavian countries fluttered in the wind and a crowd and assembled on the other side of the canal that separated the front gardens from the pedestrian accessable path on the other side.
Carl-Erik noticed that Mrs. Clark-Mallström had finally made her way to the gardens with her large entourage. They were preparing the final details. Ensuring the band knew all the notes and the children's choir could sing the other national hymnes. The image people, we ensuring that all the faces of the young men in the honour guard were properly powdered and all blemishes were covered up. Everything had to be perfect with Mrs. Clark-Mallström, image was the supreme. Carl-Erik laughed to himself, that is how she went from being just a lowly Anglophone back bencher to Head of Government in just five years. Hard work and a ruthless eye to detail.
Carl-Erik returned to his private changing room and had his two assistants get him into his ceremonial dress. It was deeply uncomfortable, especially for a man of nearly eighty years. After a few minutes, he was in his uniform and then the complicated process of getting all the medals and sashes in other began.
The Palace Page announced that the delegations would be arriving in thirty minutes. Carl-Erik was finally primped and ready and made his way out onto the gardens before the adorning crowd which cheered when he entered the gardens and took his stand next to the Executive Chancellor at the end of the red carpet. Waiting for the Aren's and the Fjäderholmarna's to arrive.
Nystrå, Nystrå Provins
Skånskige Statsunionen
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It was a relatively clear day on the lakeside city of Nystrå, the second largest city in Scania and sometimes referred to as the 'City of Glass' due to its nearly entire glass architecture. The city was destroyed in the Great War due to carpet bombings and the city government decided to build a new city of modernity out of the ashes. The Royal Palace for the region, the Stadslott was a gleeming example of this. Finished in the 1990s, the Stadslott was a new milestone of Royal Transparency, or whatever they called it.
Today was going to be another milestone for the city. It would host the first annual Nordic Council. An initiative of the Executive Chancellor to better tie the three Scandinanvian countries together in a tighter framework. King Carl-Erik II also knew it was an attempt from Executive Chancellor Clark-Mallström to get them more firmly in the AGE camp, maybe even to convince Arendaal to join.
The Royal Page announced that the Executive Chancellor had arrived and that the helicopters carrying the delegations from Arendaal and Fjäderholmarna had entered Scanian air space.
King Carl-Erik walked casually out to the front gardens of the Palace. The Royal Honour Guard sparkled in their gold and silver breastplates and their red and gold uniforms. The flags of the three Scandinavian countries fluttered in the wind and a crowd and assembled on the other side of the canal that separated the front gardens from the pedestrian accessable path on the other side.
Carl-Erik noticed that Mrs. Clark-Mallström had finally made her way to the gardens with her large entourage. They were preparing the final details. Ensuring the band knew all the notes and the children's choir could sing the other national hymnes. The image people, we ensuring that all the faces of the young men in the honour guard were properly powdered and all blemishes were covered up. Everything had to be perfect with Mrs. Clark-Mallström, image was the supreme. Carl-Erik laughed to himself, that is how she went from being just a lowly Anglophone back bencher to Head of Government in just five years. Hard work and a ruthless eye to detail.
Carl-Erik returned to his private changing room and had his two assistants get him into his ceremonial dress. It was deeply uncomfortable, especially for a man of nearly eighty years. After a few minutes, he was in his uniform and then the complicated process of getting all the medals and sashes in other began.
The Palace Page announced that the delegations would be arriving in thirty minutes. Carl-Erik was finally primped and ready and made his way out onto the gardens before the adorning crowd which cheered when he entered the gardens and took his stand next to the Executive Chancellor at the end of the red carpet. Waiting for the Aren's and the Fjäderholmarna's to arrive.