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Halvadag, Lanlania, Holy Lanlanian Empire
Tuesday, 3 Quartyr 1587
Feryn did not expect to take the throne at only nineteen years old, much less so suddenly. Only two days ago, he was in the middle of the Lagrain on his first tour of duty in the Imperial Navy, almost fresh out of secondary school. He was completely unprepared. Overwhelmed, even. Yesterday, his only break from briefings and introductions were the dozen or so minutes he'd taken to read a piece of paper to the Empire. Lunch had been with an array of politicians he'd already forgot and dinner with a slightly different gallery. Why did no one give him time to mourn?
"Your Majesty? Are you well?"
The Emperor rubbed his temples, letting his cutlery thunk against the wooden table. Why were these fools in his palace again? They looked vaguely like the same fools that intruded on yesterday's lunch. "I've grown tired," he said, rising from his seat. "Mother, please keep our guests company."
"Your Majesty!" Alburnstad called after him, growing red in the face.
"Now, now," said Lariss, Empress-Mother, "His Majesty has decided to retire for the afternoon, Mr. Alburnstad. It would do no well to force him to remain." She'd a wicked grin on her face. She was enjoying Alburnstad's dismay. Here he was, being ignored by the monarch who symbolized the monarchy he was attempting to press further chains on. While the Social Democratic Party though their political position was strong enough to make such a bold move, they were wrong. She would prove it to them.
Alburnstad scowled and nodded curtly. "I understand. Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself."
I agree entirely. Lariss thought to herself. "Quite." Alburnstad had joined the Imperial Family for lunch—again—in an attempt to nudge the Emperor to see things the Social Democratic way, but Lariss would have none of that. "Polling day's over a month away, after all." And your victory is no guarantee. She'd much prefer the Imperial Party's victory, though the Sentric Democrats were also fairly monarchic. How could she make it happen?
The ex-Prime Minister chuckled. "That may be, but I'm confident the people will again express their confidence in the Social Democratic Party. We've had a very successful year. This election is simply a formality, after all."
"Now, now, Mr. Alburnstad, it's unwise to be overconfident. Pride cometh before a fall, the bible says."
"I suppose you're right," he returned, between another laugh. "I should win before savoring its fruit, eh?"
"Mother," little Hilda, Princess, interrupted, "I've finished. May I go after Brother?"
"Of course, Dear," Lariss replied. "Haylay, go with your sister."
"Yes Mother," said the older Princess.
With the children having left the table, the adults carried on.
Tuesday, 3 Quartyr 1587
Feryn did not expect to take the throne at only nineteen years old, much less so suddenly. Only two days ago, he was in the middle of the Lagrain on his first tour of duty in the Imperial Navy, almost fresh out of secondary school. He was completely unprepared. Overwhelmed, even. Yesterday, his only break from briefings and introductions were the dozen or so minutes he'd taken to read a piece of paper to the Empire. Lunch had been with an array of politicians he'd already forgot and dinner with a slightly different gallery. Why did no one give him time to mourn?
"Your Majesty? Are you well?"
The Emperor rubbed his temples, letting his cutlery thunk against the wooden table. Why were these fools in his palace again? They looked vaguely like the same fools that intruded on yesterday's lunch. "I've grown tired," he said, rising from his seat. "Mother, please keep our guests company."
"Your Majesty!" Alburnstad called after him, growing red in the face.
"Now, now," said Lariss, Empress-Mother, "His Majesty has decided to retire for the afternoon, Mr. Alburnstad. It would do no well to force him to remain." She'd a wicked grin on her face. She was enjoying Alburnstad's dismay. Here he was, being ignored by the monarch who symbolized the monarchy he was attempting to press further chains on. While the Social Democratic Party though their political position was strong enough to make such a bold move, they were wrong. She would prove it to them.
Alburnstad scowled and nodded curtly. "I understand. Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself."
I agree entirely. Lariss thought to herself. "Quite." Alburnstad had joined the Imperial Family for lunch—again—in an attempt to nudge the Emperor to see things the Social Democratic way, but Lariss would have none of that. "Polling day's over a month away, after all." And your victory is no guarantee. She'd much prefer the Imperial Party's victory, though the Sentric Democrats were also fairly monarchic. How could she make it happen?
The ex-Prime Minister chuckled. "That may be, but I'm confident the people will again express their confidence in the Social Democratic Party. We've had a very successful year. This election is simply a formality, after all."
"Now, now, Mr. Alburnstad, it's unwise to be overconfident. Pride cometh before a fall, the bible says."
"I suppose you're right," he returned, between another laugh. "I should win before savoring its fruit, eh?"
"Mother," little Hilda, Princess, interrupted, "I've finished. May I go after Brother?"
"Of course, Dear," Lariss replied. "Haylay, go with your sister."
"Yes Mother," said the older Princess.
With the children having left the table, the adults carried on.
Role Play States | ||
 | Holy Lanlanian Empire Holy Emperor: Feryn I Prime Minister: Klaus Lofgren | The Holy Lanlanian Empire is a multi-ethnic state based in western Brigidna with territories all across the globe. It is a relic of an older age, an absolute monarchy hidden under a functioning democracy. The empire has historically been the world's leading power, though has long been in decline and was recently overtaken by the Republic of Nyland. Nonetheless, the empire is not an opponent to take lightly. |
 | Ishnalli Empire Empress: Lanryu-il Chancellor: IDEK | The greatest country in the world. It's YUUUUGGGEEEE. |
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