Changy
The old capital was enjoying the fruits of spring. Tourists flocked to the city for the medieval streets, museums, and other cultural gems. While Brienne was wholeheartedly the place for nightlife, there was a dignified rustle in the weekend evenings in Chagny. With the weather improving from the drab winter, locals also were enjoying the cafes and parks. But within government halls, a bustle was taking place. Though, for most of the government, this was dealing with such things as new agricultural statutes, infrastructural planning, and of course- processing visas for tourists. The old Ducal Palace, since transformed into government offices, the legislature house, and a museum, was equally bustling as the legislature began its meetings after a month-long hiatus. The legislature would work, almost without break, until September. It would then only take a 4 day break. For the Grand Duke, May brought military inspections, meetings, and of course the occasional opportunity to watch sport. Yet, this May also brought headaches.
In the old Bishop's Palace, now the official Ducal Residence, the Council of State met in strict security. The Grand Duke's eyes swept across the map laid out before them as the entire council received their weekly intelligence briefing. The Grand Duke and other members generally received their own daily briefings as well. But today's was different. There were winds of change in many countries and the civil conflicts were beginning to be felt in world economies. Internally, there were serious rumblings from republicans within the government, leftovers from the Republic. The heated discussion within the chamber quickly devolved into an outright argument among some. After 45 minutes, the Grand Duke settled the members. The decision was made. Bourgogne would continue on its present path. Those republicans who cause trouble would be severely dealt with.
Eyes swept back over the map as foreign affairs began to become the central discussion. A new ambassador to Trier was due in the next few months. A massive aid package would need to be renewed for the Peninsular Republic- the former colony. And of course the communist threat. With things stabilized with Serenierre, the conversation turned to the new aggressor- Ivar. The Grand Duke listened in earnest as the council casually discussed Ivar, all muttering things they had in the past. The Grand Duke's hand slammed into the table, palm open, with such force that the thunderous clap even took him by surprise. "You talk about the same god damned strategy of keeping a balance. What balance? Kadikistan writes us off and acts however they damn well please. That is going to end. We tried to be friends and we were spurned. We tried to be civil and we were insulted and talked down to. We tried to be tolerable and we were taken advantage of. Bourgogne is far from the only country Ivar has pushed to the edge. Now, it is time to make things clear".
The old capital was enjoying the fruits of spring. Tourists flocked to the city for the medieval streets, museums, and other cultural gems. While Brienne was wholeheartedly the place for nightlife, there was a dignified rustle in the weekend evenings in Chagny. With the weather improving from the drab winter, locals also were enjoying the cafes and parks. But within government halls, a bustle was taking place. Though, for most of the government, this was dealing with such things as new agricultural statutes, infrastructural planning, and of course- processing visas for tourists. The old Ducal Palace, since transformed into government offices, the legislature house, and a museum, was equally bustling as the legislature began its meetings after a month-long hiatus. The legislature would work, almost without break, until September. It would then only take a 4 day break. For the Grand Duke, May brought military inspections, meetings, and of course the occasional opportunity to watch sport. Yet, this May also brought headaches.
In the old Bishop's Palace, now the official Ducal Residence, the Council of State met in strict security. The Grand Duke's eyes swept across the map laid out before them as the entire council received their weekly intelligence briefing. The Grand Duke and other members generally received their own daily briefings as well. But today's was different. There were winds of change in many countries and the civil conflicts were beginning to be felt in world economies. Internally, there were serious rumblings from republicans within the government, leftovers from the Republic. The heated discussion within the chamber quickly devolved into an outright argument among some. After 45 minutes, the Grand Duke settled the members. The decision was made. Bourgogne would continue on its present path. Those republicans who cause trouble would be severely dealt with.
Eyes swept back over the map as foreign affairs began to become the central discussion. A new ambassador to Trier was due in the next few months. A massive aid package would need to be renewed for the Peninsular Republic- the former colony. And of course the communist threat. With things stabilized with Serenierre, the conversation turned to the new aggressor- Ivar. The Grand Duke listened in earnest as the council casually discussed Ivar, all muttering things they had in the past. The Grand Duke's hand slammed into the table, palm open, with such force that the thunderous clap even took him by surprise. "You talk about the same god damned strategy of keeping a balance. What balance? Kadikistan writes us off and acts however they damn well please. That is going to end. We tried to be friends and we were spurned. We tried to be civil and we were insulted and talked down to. We tried to be tolerable and we were taken advantage of. Bourgogne is far from the only country Ivar has pushed to the edge. Now, it is time to make things clear".