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Tyskischer Hofstaat - The Royal Court at Schloss Friedrichskron

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There was a certain calm that always embodied the royal gardens at Friedrichskron. The palace here was about thirty minutes by train outside of Hertha and that departure from the busy city was always quite delightful to the Empress and Queen Marie-Charlotte. She was nineteen years old now and nearly a year into her reign. That gave her some experience with the position and she had developed her own day-to-day routine but ultimately that did not mean much for her quality of life. Retreating from Herthaner Schloss or the Stadtschloss as the locals called it was typical of her, especially since the murder of her father. She appreciated the nature more.

This retreat while common, especially on a Friday, did not endear her to Chancellor Alexander Wilhelm von Lütke who was accompanying her on this walk. He’d have to make the commute back into the city later to speak with politicians in the Reichstag (Imperial Diet). At least it was a sunny day in early June and as she enjoyed laying down on the grass dressed in relaxed overalls and free of any social obligation she knew the Chancellor stood about watching her. They were supposed to be talking about developments in Gallia. Maybe the Chancellor was also enjoying the sun. She heard him sigh and she felt inclined to ask, “Is everything alright Alex?”

He replied politely, “Yes, your Majesty there is much to do but I do find this weather lovely.” She sat up from laying on her back in the grass and pulling a blade of grass between her hands tried to make it whistle. The Chancellor shook his head, “I cannot believe I can look forward to this future for my own children.” Marie-Charlotte smiled and looked back at him, “I’m sure they won’t be quite so lazy as I am. Do we really have anything important to do day?”

He nodded, “You know that Auraria has joined the ODS and now our neighbors are in panic. You know that despite the fact we celebrated the fact we now have a non-aggression pact with Auraria without even having to bargain for one with them, does not mean that the problem of Serenierre is solved. We also have social and political movements to worry about in Petits Pays.”

Her face soured. “Do you really think this movement in Petits Pays is bad?” There was a slight moment of calm between the two as the Chancellor laughed replying, “What is really bad? I can make up what is good and bad. We have that ability thanks to censorship laws. We let this Petits Pays movement continue because it does not threaten the Crown. It does not threaten the Empire. Is it bad? I think it is something to worry about as it impacts the status quo. They argue that they should be a unified Kingdom rather than the grouping of Duchies that they are. I think they upsets the balance, how can we claim more votes at international institutions if they unify? Is that important?”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t really care I think. I feel like I have enough to deal with my uncle trying to buy a Nedernesian construction company, my other uncle trying to buy enough blow to knock out all the horses in the royal stables, and my poor sister discovering boys. Did you know she’s on the pill? She’s 15. Oh, and I didn’t even mention what havoc my cousins are doing. I think one of them is a damn snake oil salesmen building up his own pyramid scheme... and it works because he has a title.” She was visibly outraged a bit. The Chancellor deciding it was not the best time to broach the topic. A moment of silence filled the air as he took a seat next on the grass next to her. “No, you’ll ruin your suit!” she exclaimed. He sighed, “It’s just a black suit from Etruria. I have more... I can buy more. You pay me well.” She rolled her eyes, “I don’t want to pay you to buy more black suits!”

They sat there awhile looking at the sky and the clouds go by. “Shall I go back to Hertha with news that we are going to let Petits Pays continue to develop as they wish so long as its loyal to the Crown?” She nodded without saying anything. “What about our neighbors Eserland and the Serenien anger towards Auraria?” She looked at him like he was insane. “I don’t care. Offer them both a meeting in Hertha. Maybe we can make a new alliance.” He shook his head, “I can’t really agree to an alliance with Serenierre. I offered you before an idea to reach out to Virumaa.”

“Why do all of the other monarchies in Europe have to be some degree of retarded!?” she replied rather exasperated. “None of them care about their heritage and they sign onto strange alliances with Republics and Socialists determined to eventually destroy them. I really don’t want to do what they have done.” The Chancellor shrugged as he stood up and brushed the grass and earth off of his pants. “I guess I can continue to kick this can down the road, but eventually everyone will find their own solutions without us.”

She looked up at him from the corner of her eyes, “Is that our problem or theirs? I think we’re quite fine as Gallo-Germania’s last real neutral nation.” “—Ha! Keep telling yourself that!” he interrupted. “Nobody will care about our neutrality when real conflict comes. We’ll have to take a side even if only a little bit. We’ll talk about this again over the weekend. Will you retreat to Sanssouci?” She nodded, “Yes, and some Low Gallians might join us.”

He nodded and waved, “Very well, I’m going now. Love you.” She glared at him disapprovingly, “You can’t be my father!” He shouted back as he walked away, “...but I will try!”
 
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