Kalmar Chateau
[WIKI]Emyn Arnen[/WIKI], Arendaal
Aren Prime Minister [WIKI]Svea Bjornsen[/WIKI] was busy signing the last of the formidable stack of papers on her gleaming mahogany desk when her Private Secretary reminded of the time. The Prime Minister of Batavië was due to land at Emyn Arnen’s International Airport within the hour, and she would shortly have to leave to receive him.
The visit was the first of its kind since Batavië's recent regime change. Needless to say, the Aren Kingdom had breathed a huge sigh of relief when the Batavien communists had fallen. So too had the government, although they’d never openly opposed the communist regime. But of course, there had been that covert assistance to aid the rebel cause, Svea mused vaguely as she finished with the last of the papers.
She rose from her desk and, as she did so, she caught sight of the view from her window. It was quite break-taking, anyone would grant, looking over the sparkling city which shone like a beacon as its buildings reflected the bright sunlight.
Even the Aren opposition parties agreed: it was in the interests of the country to see that the transition in Batavië went smoothly. Economic assistance and investment would be offered where required and the business sector was keen to take advantage of the new market which had been opened up to them almost over night. Political support was necessary too, Svea knew, and she was eager to see that her government provided it.
[WIKI]Emyn Arnen[/WIKI], Arendaal
Aren Prime Minister [WIKI]Svea Bjornsen[/WIKI] was busy signing the last of the formidable stack of papers on her gleaming mahogany desk when her Private Secretary reminded of the time. The Prime Minister of Batavië was due to land at Emyn Arnen’s International Airport within the hour, and she would shortly have to leave to receive him.
The visit was the first of its kind since Batavië's recent regime change. Needless to say, the Aren Kingdom had breathed a huge sigh of relief when the Batavien communists had fallen. So too had the government, although they’d never openly opposed the communist regime. But of course, there had been that covert assistance to aid the rebel cause, Svea mused vaguely as she finished with the last of the papers.
She rose from her desk and, as she did so, she caught sight of the view from her window. It was quite break-taking, anyone would grant, looking over the sparkling city which shone like a beacon as its buildings reflected the bright sunlight.
Even the Aren opposition parties agreed: it was in the interests of the country to see that the transition in Batavië went smoothly. Economic assistance and investment would be offered where required and the business sector was keen to take advantage of the new market which had been opened up to them almost over night. Political support was necessary too, Svea knew, and she was eager to see that her government provided it.