Angliarique
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Spascirian Liberation Part 1
The Sanctum of Laurels, Angliarique Empire
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The vast and black iron doors of the Foreign Affairs Cabinet Room were knocked upon. A meeting was still in session, so who could it be? The bureaucrats in the room looked on at the door with their eyes wide open, sitting on the head of the ivory table, Exterior Governor Lady Pembroke shouted, “Who is making that noise?!”
The room grew silent. A few moments later, the large doors swung open and the feeling of passing breeze followed. A man of tall figure in elegant fashion walked in, accompanied by a lowly official who exclaimed, “His majesty the emperor who so greatly graces us with his presence!”
So sudden it was, that every bureaucrat and official sitting by the long ivory table, fell immediately to their knees. They declared in unison, “Your Majesty! Long live! Long live!”
Emperor Angliareich walked serenely past his servile officials who kept kneeling, some even bowed their heads to the splintery wooden floor below. The emperor kept walking round and round his subjects, he walked a total of fifteen times around before he finally spoke, “At ease! Am I having dogs for bureaucrats?! Why’s everyone on the floor?! God save me!”
Hearing the emperor’s anger frightened the room into further submission. The officials got back to their seats and awaited their boss’s command. Lady Pembroke offered her seat to the emperor, which he gladly took. Emperor Angliareich to the bewilderment of all present, expressed for all to leave the room except for Lady Pembroke. The governor was also stunned. Without wasting any time, the officials exited the room walking backwards to show their respect for the emperor as they did. As the officials left, another man entered, he was Lord Henry the Interior Governor. It was apparent that a vital meeting was taking place.
The doors behind Lord Henry closed. And the three-person meeting started.
Angliareich: I have thought of a solution to the Spascirian problem.
Henry & Pembroke: Enlighten us, your majesty.
Angliareich: Hear me out... We give them a special state.
Henry & Pembroke: What?!
Angliareich: No no look… The Spascirians have always wanted their own little homeland with their own silly rules. If we give it to them say under some kind of agreement creating a new territory FAR AWAY, they would be appeased and we will no longer be troubled! Of course, how this should be done is an entirely different story. But the benefits are immense, think of the headlines! We would be saints of freedom and justice!
Pembroke: Sorry to interrupt, but your majesty, have you considered the backlash we'll get from the staunch royalists. Nationalists like George Hubble will shun us in the national press. They might even rebel! I urge your majesty to reconsider. Please.
Angliareich: I understand your concern. But shouldn’t you at least support me? Am I not your emperor?
Pembroke: Forgive me your majesty. That is not what I meant. I see merits in the plan, but we should think this through.
Henry: Pembroke, perhaps you’d like a moment to cooldown? Why don’t you take a stroll outside?
Lady Pembroke leaves the room for a walk.
Angliareich: Henry! Quickly! Let me tell you something.
Henry: What is it your majesty?
Angliareich: I want you to find VichyCha.
Henry: The Spascirian terrorist leader?!
Angliareich: Yes. Bring him to the Cabal of Saints, alive, through to the secret club lounge. I’ll be waiting there, tell Pembroke none of this! I will solve things my way!
The Sanctum of Laurels, Angliarique Empire
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The vast and black iron doors of the Foreign Affairs Cabinet Room were knocked upon. A meeting was still in session, so who could it be? The bureaucrats in the room looked on at the door with their eyes wide open, sitting on the head of the ivory table, Exterior Governor Lady Pembroke shouted, “Who is making that noise?!”
The room grew silent. A few moments later, the large doors swung open and the feeling of passing breeze followed. A man of tall figure in elegant fashion walked in, accompanied by a lowly official who exclaimed, “His majesty the emperor who so greatly graces us with his presence!”
So sudden it was, that every bureaucrat and official sitting by the long ivory table, fell immediately to their knees. They declared in unison, “Your Majesty! Long live! Long live!”
Emperor Angliareich walked serenely past his servile officials who kept kneeling, some even bowed their heads to the splintery wooden floor below. The emperor kept walking round and round his subjects, he walked a total of fifteen times around before he finally spoke, “At ease! Am I having dogs for bureaucrats?! Why’s everyone on the floor?! God save me!”
Hearing the emperor’s anger frightened the room into further submission. The officials got back to their seats and awaited their boss’s command. Lady Pembroke offered her seat to the emperor, which he gladly took. Emperor Angliareich to the bewilderment of all present, expressed for all to leave the room except for Lady Pembroke. The governor was also stunned. Without wasting any time, the officials exited the room walking backwards to show their respect for the emperor as they did. As the officials left, another man entered, he was Lord Henry the Interior Governor. It was apparent that a vital meeting was taking place.
The doors behind Lord Henry closed. And the three-person meeting started.
Angliareich: I have thought of a solution to the Spascirian problem.
Henry & Pembroke: Enlighten us, your majesty.
Angliareich: Hear me out... We give them a special state.
Henry & Pembroke: What?!
Angliareich: No no look… The Spascirians have always wanted their own little homeland with their own silly rules. If we give it to them say under some kind of agreement creating a new territory FAR AWAY, they would be appeased and we will no longer be troubled! Of course, how this should be done is an entirely different story. But the benefits are immense, think of the headlines! We would be saints of freedom and justice!
Pembroke: Sorry to interrupt, but your majesty, have you considered the backlash we'll get from the staunch royalists. Nationalists like George Hubble will shun us in the national press. They might even rebel! I urge your majesty to reconsider. Please.
Angliareich: I understand your concern. But shouldn’t you at least support me? Am I not your emperor?
Pembroke: Forgive me your majesty. That is not what I meant. I see merits in the plan, but we should think this through.
Henry: Pembroke, perhaps you’d like a moment to cooldown? Why don’t you take a stroll outside?
Lady Pembroke leaves the room for a walk.
Angliareich: Henry! Quickly! Let me tell you something.
Henry: What is it your majesty?
Angliareich: I want you to find VichyCha.
Henry: The Spascirian terrorist leader?!
Angliareich: Yes. Bring him to the Cabal of Saints, alive, through to the secret club lounge. I’ll be waiting there, tell Pembroke none of this! I will solve things my way!
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