Hello there guest. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!Royal Palace at Dulwich THE GLORIOUS SIXTH! The history of a battle, is not unlike the history of a ball. Some individuals may recollect all the little events of which the great result is the battle won or lost, but no individual can recollect the order in which, or the exact moment at which, they occurred, which makes all the difference as to their value or importance. Dulwich, Union of Great Engellex. 6th April 2011. Charlotte, the Queen, organised a most splendid state ball for Wednesday’s evening, at the Royal Palace at Dulwich, to her most numerous and brilliant Court, invitations had been issued to above 5,000. Half-past nine o’clock was the hour named for the glorious evening, but well before that hour the aristocrats of Engellex and the gentry had already began to arrive at the Royal Palace. The diplomatic corps, with their wives and eldest of children, and the gentlemen of the respective legations, foreigners of distinction, the cabinet ministers, and other high functionaries of state, privy councillors, the ladies and gentlemen of the household of the Queen, and the members of the imperial family, the Queen’s aides-de-camp, all alighting at the private east entrance of the palace, while the general circle of visitors entered the palace by the front public entrance. The whole of the illustrious guests were ushered up the grand staircase, lined by finely groomed footman, to the state saloons, which were illuminated with the greatest brilliancy and splendour; and to these were added on this occasion the Map Room, and an adjoining apartment, leading into the west end of the magnificent Picture Gallery, which afforded increased accommodation to the throng of company. The ball-room was prepared as on former occasions, a quadrille band being stationed in an orchestra, elevated within the alcove. There, reserved, were seats for the occupation of Her Engellexic Majesty and her circle being arranged on one side of the saloon. A second ball room designated from the Throne Room was also prepared for dancing, a band being placed within the Throne alcove, and reserved seats being elevated down the south side of apartment. Both ball rooms and all the state saloons, together with their approaches, were decorated with choice and fragrant shrubs and flowers, tastefully arranged in the angles and recesses. The Picture Gallery divided the two ball rooms, and here the company assembled on their arrival until the entrance of the Queen. Precisely at ten o’clock Queen Charlotte entered the Velvet Drawing Room from the royal closet, and passed into the Gallery. Her Imperial Majesty, the Queen Charlotte of the Union of Great Engellex, Queen of Cantigny. The Herald declared, with the assembled company succeeding their courtesy to the Queen by following her, and her august circle of towering coiffeurs supplemented with interlaced pearls and other jewels, into the ball room. Charlotte accepted the hand of the young Duke of Roxburghe into leading the evenings first dance, the Buccleuch Waltz. Are you certain this is wise? Charlotte whispered, as his Grace’s skill was not something he was quite renown for. A perfectly formed nobleman with exquisite skill in dancing was quite the customary for the Queen’s selection, but, as many remarked at Court, Charlotte had most unashamedly been seduced by the charm and youth of the up-and-coming Duke. The orchestra did begin, and with the greatest amazement Charlotte discovered herself in a partnership with a much talented young man. It would have been difficult for himself to declare that he was not captivated by the porcelain loveliness that he was now moving with. The Court, against its face of impossible formality, was in fact a place of romance. They were surrounded moments later by hundreds of other couples, allowing them both the opportunity to express their enjoyment less formally. A smile from Charlotte, and a chiselled beam from her handsome Borussian (Germanic) partner. They continued to command the central spot of the floor until the end of that particular waltz, but Charlotte, as the Queen, had many dances to get through - with equally many partners, some of them foreign. It would seem to be quite a day, are you tired? He asked. Oh no, well, not really. It is just - well, I am much stronger than I look. How much longer are you in Dulwich? She replied. Only until Friday, then I return to Wantage, my uncle the Grand Duke must have his report. He joked, them both amused before Charlotte caught the approaching presence of the Cannie marquis, the diplomat to Dulwich. Oh dear. I have to quadrille with the Marquis of Walbrook, the poor little toes of his I do feel sorry for them already. They both expressed a courtesy. Your Imperial Majesty, he reminded, and they both found their place within the line for the dance. Across the saloon.. An excellent speech to-day Lord Uxfield! Exclaimed the Duke of Rothermere. Thank you your Grace. Lord Uxfield courtesied. We could do with your brains in the War Ministry. The Duke explained, of course, the Duke was also the Secretary of State of War, as well as, the Field Marshall. Positions such as those are not yours to dispense your Grace. Uxfield replied. Of course, the royal veto runs - the Queen has her favourites. Which they both found light humour in. The situation is desperate though your Grace, we simply cannot go on with unmanned borders in the face of the Second Frankish Empire, and I do not believe the people will continue to lend us their support unless a resolve be had. Lord Uxfield’s political career was advancing impressively, and he was not adverse to encouraging a cabinet rebellion against the Queen. Your Grace, we know why they move about Preuti-Borussia aggressively, because the Queen listens to her friends and not to us. The cabinet is being ignored. The Duke of Rothermere, most intrigued with the Lords courage, responded: What do you suggest? We draw up a petition. He demanded.