Nationalist Right Bloc Summit

[Justosia]

Avalon District countryside ​

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Pulling in were the fleet of limousines. Flying was the Nationalist flag. The Justo Falcon, an alternate of de Coat of Arms de Royale. This didn't help with "The King's Party" accusations, but this summit was partly to celebrate their recent election victory. They didn't care. Private security combed the villa. The incoming NRB Senators prepared secret communiques for their King. Constitutionally their sovereign wasn't allowed to be here, but they always knew what happened in summits past. The Crown Prince Carlos Francisco III had no such bar. He was to be in attendance.....

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[Justosia]

Oh how they droned on. Boring the paparazzo. Little did they know that was on purpose.

"Let us approach completion for DR One with haste my esteemed brothers. In the name of peace through strength. In the name of fiscal responsibility. In the name of the good people we so happily serve." Finished a countryside district Senator. -applause-

This capped off 2 hours of real politik pandering. Statistics, promises, projection.

"Thank you for coming today media friends. For helping us spread our message. May God in his truest name Yahweh, bless you all. Goodnight." With that Nationalist Party & Senate Nationale Speaker Dante Reyes (NRB-Avalon District), watched the exodus, the proceeding sweep for anymore reporters.

"And goodbye you fuckin rats! Brothers! Cue the wine Escort the escorts! Let this summit begin!" Rare was the curtain lowered. Rare could they be themselves & still be paid. Speaker Reyes grabbed a chilled bottle of Avalonian champagne. "I open the floor to first order business!"

"DEATH TO COMMUNISTS!"

"BURY THE SOCIALISTS!"

A more composed Senator rose. "Gentlemen....we are out of isolation....yet still a backwater. We can defend an allied colony....yet cannot truly join the more established nations of Europe in eradicating the Red Menance. We are the second tier legislators of a nation we love....I'd fancy myself as a SENATOR OF AN IMPERIAL CONTINENTAL CONGRESS!
-raucous apllause-

Starting with every fucking thieving, leftist run hole out there! Those who would destroy and illegalize our hard earned way of life mind you! Ohhh they're plotting........what cover more perfect than accusing us? What deflection more spry? Yes we trust in our Divinely Righted King. Far more than his ever more wincing father.
-amused grunts-

But don't we wish he'd hurry the hell up! ?" -raucous applause & laughter-

So was the opening, in truest form, of the Nationalist Right Bloc Annual Summit.

 

[Justosia]

One could almost smell the pomp of His Royal Highness Carlos Francisco III's motorcade as it arrived. He casually strutted inside along the convoy that was his Royal Guard detachment.

The main hall, now reeking of high priced alcohol, cigars, & prostitutes fell as silent as it still could. He took his seat at his table, reserved, front hall, next to Speaker Reyes.

"....So I assume the next election is as good as won? This is worse than last year Dante, Christ. My detail swept this joint again. This need not be leaked. My father sends his regards...."

"These were worse but that was before your time, your Royal Highness. We do wish your papa could attend. Or has he become ashamed of his once famous exploits here?" Reyes inquired chuckling.

"Do keep these lowly whores away from me. I'd very much like your best Avalonian white. If it's been drank I swear to Yahweh I'm donating to the SDU." This was HRH attempt at the amusing retort.

 

[Justosia]

Well into day 2 of the NRB summit. The strategizing, deals, debauchery were all a part of the SOP. HRH Crown Prince Carlos III had watched from the sidelines mostly. He may have set a record for most sober longest here. The appeal of these had so far been lost on him.

"HIGHNESS. Please remain seated." His Royal Guard detail began moving swiftly. Assuming a defensive formation & chattering quickly on their comms. "WHO GOES THERE!? WHO DARES!? IN THE NAME OF HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS CROWN PRINCE CARLOS FRANCISCO THE THIRD STOP!"

"In my name, Julian Francisco-Francois The Third, I will not....."

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[Justosia]

Carlos III strutted to the front of the villa, the defensive formation. He is most curious.

"........Say again?"

"I am Julian Francisco-Francois, The Third. Direct descendant of the King of Atonement His Royal Majesty King Julian Francois The First."

Carlos approached him further. Seeing ink on his arm he pulled Julian's sleeve up. It was the Francois Coat of Arms de Royale. Widely considered a symbol of treason....& Tiburan Catholicism....

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".....We thought the last of you died, in prison, forty years ago." Carlos inquired.

"Shotty shotty work....my cousin Royale."

"Watch that mouth. I don't know how you got here but I know where you're going....."

 

[Justosia]

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Royal Palace, Avalon
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Upon arrival their procession was marched to the King's Wing. Into a room, by a Royal Guard Batallion.

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They stood, in front of, in the Divinely Righted presence of HRM King Carlos Francisco II. The King stared only at Julian, for 3 whole minutes. He rose. He calmly walked over to his estranged nephew. He slapped him in the face.

"That was for King Alphonse The Second. Whose reign your grandfather, in his treason, interrupted. I don't care how you're alive. I care why you're here."

Julian stood there, composed. He did not bow, nor did he address the King by his title.

"Only treason if he had lost. Or if my grandmother hadn't been raped by that pig. You have a Franco symbol at the heart of your crest for a reason. There's your Divine Right. You know. God knows. Justosia deserves to know. I am here FOR WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE. Atonement. Recognition. A seat in the Succession Royale. Your apology would mean nothing to me."

Again the King was silent. He stood there for another whole minute before speaking. He started chuckling softly.

"I know not of or recognize the alleged crime you speak of, little Julian. I do know you will be.....housed here for the time being, to be decided by me. You will take a DNA test. I also know you're a fuckin Tiburan Catholic. You also put Francois before Francisco. An insult you will rectify if this....hypothetical you attest to is somehow true.

Julian was then escorted out of the Royal Quarters & to an apartment.

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[Justosia]

Julian was escorted via Royal Guard to one of the King's apartments in the palace residential wing. He was led to & sat in a tea table as the King ate breakfast. King Carlos Francisco II finished his dish before speaking.

-chewing- "You will convert. Obviously. You will change your last name to Francisco-Francois. Obviously. I'm being beyond generous in letting you still call yourself the rest and wear a Justosian crown. I will work this to my public relations advantage. Since you have majority Franco blood in your dammed veins, you will appeal to a swath of the populace. They'll feel....elevated by this recognition."

Julian sat there. Playing with his tea spoon. "I want a formal admission and apology for the crimes committed against my grandmother."

The King cackled out loud. "Very well. My grandfather's brother raped your grandmother. Now get over it. You're going to get what I think you really want. There won't be a public or formal anything. You're insane to even entertain that thought. Dammed insane. No one will believe you over I. Abandon that foolishness. You will be in line after my son. Obviously. When my son has children, you will be after them. I will sign your HRH Declaration. You'll take your crown in ceremony to be broadcasted. You will say what I write for you. Once an HRH you'll follow the code we all do.....mostly."

 

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The King sat with Julian III in the throne room. A ceremonial table. He pushed a royal document in front of him.

"Sign it...."

-Julian Francisco-Francois-

With this the Holy Kingdom of Justosia, the Royal Family, House de Francisco were changed forever.

The King leaned forward.

"Listen well. For I know despite your conversion that you're still a fuckin Catholic at heart. YOU WILL NEVER BE KING."