Serenierre
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IMPERIAL FORTRESS
Shahdara
The imposing red sandstone edifice of the main entryway into the fortress rose menacingly before him, though the moat had been closed, the cannons long since removed and replaced with replicas, and wonderful gardens planted where once soldiers would march before going onto battle with the Emperor, the aura of the fortress still conveyed the terror it was designed to instil in any foolish warrior who thought to attack it.
Arriving at the Imperial Guard's station, he gave the two officers present a salute and began: "The Chancellor of His Illustrious Majesty's government seeks an audience with his Sovereign."
The imperial guards present saluted the police officer, their crisp, regal uniform standing in direct contrast with the simple, dark blue one of the man before them. The taller of the two, who also had an excellent moustache, shaped neatly conveyed the importance of the rank, said: "The presence of His Excellency The Chancellor is expected. The order has been granted for the opening of the gates." Following his signal, a landau – the one reserved for the Chancellor and the only form of transport allowed inside the fortress – came into the courtyard and stopped in-front of the pavilion, where the Chancellor had been waiting.
And this was the manner in which the Chancellor would begin his bi-monthly meetings with the Emperor, by following a tradition that had been set in place during the 1600s, though it had been quite interesting to take part in such an exotic ritual the first few times, the novelty for Chancellor Jhangvi had really faded by now, after two and a half years in his office.
The long ride from the main gateway to the Emperor's office always took the Chancellor through the inner gardens of the Palace –*those closed for the public, which had to make do with the rather plain parklands outside the palace walls. The route they took used to send them past the lovely cherry blossom trees sent as a diplomatic gift by Touyou late in the previous century. Though they were a foreign breed, they fitted in nicely within the airy atmosphere of the inner gardens. Along the way, many of the smaller royal palaces, which housed the various minor imperial family members remained as beautiful as ever; their tile-work and masonry looking especially brilliant in that early winter afternoon sunlight.
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Daftar-e-Khaas
The Daftar-e-Khaas – the building which served as the Emperor's office – had once, according to legend, belonged to a mistress of an Emperor during the mid-1750s, who had killed herself in a fit of opium induced rage at discovering she was not the sole keeper of the Emperor's heart. Though whether it was true or not was something no one could ever really say. As the building came into view, he prepared himself for the usual ceremony put on by the imperial guards, yet another tradition within these ancient walls, where they would officially announce his arrival using trumpets and criers.
Though the facade of the palace greeted each visitor from an era long forgotten, the interior of the many buildings and palaces and manors within had long ago been modernised, with indoor plumbing, electricity and central air-conditioning taken for granted. That sudden shift from the past to the present had always disconcerted him but he always wondered how the architects responsible for that had managed to save the exterior while so radically transforming the interior.
Although led by one of the many guards stationed there, he had visited this place enough times to remember where exactly to go without getting lost in the many rooms, yet the protocol was the protocol. All members of the government or public are to be led to the Emperor by the imperial guards. At times, he had to admit to himself, these traditions were quite stifling but at others he found himself quite taken by the mystique of the citadel.
As he walked into the office, the Emperor sat reviewing some papers at his desk, looking up only when his presence was announced: "His Excellency The Chancellor has arrived," said the guard before leaving the two of them alone in the traditionally decorated room. After the customary round of greetings, he sat down on the chair directly facing the Emperor, from here he could see outside, from the second floor window, the very beautiful fountain surrounded by the Danish red-oakwood trees, another diplomatic gift to the Emperor.
"I'm quite disappointed with how these past few days have unfolded," the Emperor said to him, "the Imperial Party has become quite troublesome."
"Yes, it has Your Majesty."
"And you are sure, absolutely so, that you want to dissolve the Parliament?" he paused, looking up at his Chancellor, "I only ask because of the current situation with the economy and the regional tensions... there is a chance you may lose."
"Yes, the party is aware of that... but a defeat would still be better than to be held hostage in the manner we are by the IFI and the Imperials..."
"Hmm..." the Emperor said, going quiet for a few seconds, "Then that's that. Here," he passed an envelope, "is the edict dissolving the Parliament and calling for elections."
As the Chancellor walked out of his office, he pressed the secret button for the Grand Vizier –*the head of the imperial household – to come. Within a few moments, the septuagenarian walked into the room, "Your Majesty," he said bowing in the Sheravani manner, his left hand behind his back and his right hand on his forehead.
"As you know, the parliament has been dissolved because of this dubious business with the feudalists. The reason I've summoned you is so that you can convey to the Imperial Party my displeasure at their behaviour... inform the Election Chief as well of my opinion of them."
"Does His Majesty have any plans for the Labour Party?"
"No, their behaviour these past few days has sealed their fate... their base will shrink by itself. It's simply for us to watch them die a miserable death at the ballot box," he said matter-of-factly. "That will be all."
"Yes, Your Majesty."