"How the hell could that happen? Are you all mad?"
Sakamoto Kaito was the Grand Steward of the Imperial Household Ministry, tasked with all matters regarding the Imperial family and the Imperial cult. Nominally his position was rather limited in the scope of its power, but in reality he was one of the major influences behind the scenes in Oikawan politics - if things had to get done, it was almost inevitable that his blessing had to be on the project, if it was not to be bogged down in a flood of Imperial inquiries and other bureaucratic obstructionism. Regardless of whether it concerned domestic or foreign matters - one could assume that Sakamoto always had his hands in it, in some way or another. When other officials were busy with other matters, it was not uncommon for him to jump in and act on their behalf. Thus he had become a sort of cook-general of Imperial administration.
Now, Sakamoto, who usually was a calm and some would say even sly person, was running around the office like a mad tiger.
"You have a Communist insurgency at your hands and the first thing that comes to your mind is staging a coup. Dammit!"
He slammed his fist on the beautiful mahogany and jade desk.
"Do you even realize what potential danger that poses? Why did your government not realize that something was going on? Why was it not moving to prevent what is now happening? Now we all got a mess on our hands. Free elections? Questioning the authority of the king? What is next? A republic? Entering the Alliance for a Greater Europe?"
Sakamoto shook his hand, took a deep breath and settled down on his chair behind the desk again. Slamming the drawers of the desk open, he retrieved a cigar from Coronado, reached for his golden lighter in his chest pocket and lit the expensive tobacco product. He inhaled, closed his eyes, and then exhaled after several seconds. His voice had calmed down, maybe even too much, for it now had a cold and slightly threatening touch to it.
"We need to find a solution to this. A solution that ultimately will ensure stability in Ratomkira, lest we have to ensure it. Don't you agree, ambassador?"
Sakamoto Kaito was the Grand Steward of the Imperial Household Ministry, tasked with all matters regarding the Imperial family and the Imperial cult. Nominally his position was rather limited in the scope of its power, but in reality he was one of the major influences behind the scenes in Oikawan politics - if things had to get done, it was almost inevitable that his blessing had to be on the project, if it was not to be bogged down in a flood of Imperial inquiries and other bureaucratic obstructionism. Regardless of whether it concerned domestic or foreign matters - one could assume that Sakamoto always had his hands in it, in some way or another. When other officials were busy with other matters, it was not uncommon for him to jump in and act on their behalf. Thus he had become a sort of cook-general of Imperial administration.
Now, Sakamoto, who usually was a calm and some would say even sly person, was running around the office like a mad tiger.
"You have a Communist insurgency at your hands and the first thing that comes to your mind is staging a coup. Dammit!"
He slammed his fist on the beautiful mahogany and jade desk.
"Do you even realize what potential danger that poses? Why did your government not realize that something was going on? Why was it not moving to prevent what is now happening? Now we all got a mess on our hands. Free elections? Questioning the authority of the king? What is next? A republic? Entering the Alliance for a Greater Europe?"
Sakamoto shook his hand, took a deep breath and settled down on his chair behind the desk again. Slamming the drawers of the desk open, he retrieved a cigar from Coronado, reached for his golden lighter in his chest pocket and lit the expensive tobacco product. He inhaled, closed his eyes, and then exhaled after several seconds. His voice had calmed down, maybe even too much, for it now had a cold and slightly threatening touch to it.
"We need to find a solution to this. A solution that ultimately will ensure stability in Ratomkira, lest we have to ensure it. Don't you agree, ambassador?"