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The sudden death of Empress Mother Lariss, only 44 years of age when the Lord called her to his side, was a staggering blow not only to the Emperor, but to the Empire as a whole. Leading an active social life of charity events, woman's rights activism, and even fashion setting, Lariss had grown unexpectedly popular since Feryn took the throne only five years ago. Her popularity and role as a face of the Crown was only aided by her largely uninvolved son, who rarely made any appearances when not pressed by the Prime Minister or matters of state. And though Hilda, the Emperor's grandmother, was popular among conservatives and those who remembered Wilhelm IV's reign, she had largely retired from the public light with the death of her husband. Consequently, the unexpected death of the Empress Mother left a vacuum in the Imperial Household, one that the Emperor and his wife, Princess Aelia Alexandria of the Mestran Imperium, may struggle to fill.
All the deaths among the Imperial government had a demoralizing effect on the population. Wilhelm IV, who many expected to reign well into the new century, had been assassinated barely two decades ago by Azreaen separatists, while his son Damen II died only five years ago after only thirteen years on the throne. And now the Empress Mother died peacefully in her sleep? At least the Social Democratic administration was still in power, albeit losing ground to the Democratic Sentric Party as the Imperial Party gained ground to the old guard's detriment.
It was likely the Holy Lanlanian Empire would soon transform again, another vestige of its previous era gone. The only question was how. Would Feryn remain an uninvolved Emperor, reeling under the early loss of parental figure after parental figure? Would the empire's ambitions on the mainland, having lost their driving forces, disintegrate? The successors of the reactionary Imperial Sentric Party, now moderated, were again gaining political fervor and signaling an end to the historical domination of the Moderate and Social Democratic parties. The world was stagnant and the Empire floundered without a rival. Would Azreaen national rebound under Feryn's weak reign and again threaten to end the Empire?
Miklafornstad Palace, Lanlania, Holy Lanlanian Empire
Monday, 2 Zechyr 1592
The heart of the world's oldest great power was the most recognizable emblem of the Ancien world order. Born from the residence of Feryn the Glorious and having evolved with the Lanlanian nation, the "Great Old Town" palace was the perfect representation of an empire breed at the height of absolutism. Its most recognizable facade, the South Front, was constructed over 200 years ago during the height of Lanlanian Baroque architecture and faced the King's Park. Less than a decade ago this symbol of Lanlanian endurance attested to what was perhaps the greatest threat to the ancient regime and the only significant action the Lanlanian Isles had seen for over three centuries: an attempted insurrection by reactionary forces, the death throes of Alfred Aria Sulkholm's Imperial Sentric Party.
The only remnant of that fateful night was a plaque on the outer walls containing the names of the eleven Imperial Guards that lost their lives in defense of their Emperor. The palace grounds and the King's Park had been completely restored, with great care taken to ensure no other impression of high treason remained. Remembrance of such a crime was fit only for books and media, never to blemish the Empire's dignity.
Though the palace had been closed to the public for two years after the battle, it was once again welcoming the Imperial peoples and foreign tourists into its grounds. The Grand Fountain was again at the center of a bustling crowd, the Four Great Kings and their divine guards still watching over the Lanlanian peoples from the empire's heart. The Queen's Garden to its east was as vibrant as ever, while the Imperial Guard staged demonstrations by the administrative grounds to the west. The crowd was larger than average; the Empress Mother's Quartyr death was still fresh in the population's mind and many were here to pay their respects at the Imperial Crypt beyond the garden.
Unbeknown to the guests, their Emperor too watched over them. Feryn, in the midst of his twenty-fourth year, had decided to enjoy some fresh air at the roof of the palace, wandering into the smaller garden and sitting area that hid there. It'd been the first time he'd exited the palace for pleasure. Aside from matters of state, he'd spent the weeks since his mother's death grieving in private. But having endured, he was now feeling refreshed and saw the world in a new light.
Indeed, barely into adulthood and without the guidance of a father and mother, Feryn was finding himself finally ready to face his roles as the head of a leading country, the face of many peoples, and an upcoming father. His wife had just yesterday shared with him the news, and today—now—they'd told his grandmother. Soon, they would tell the rest of the family and the empire. Perhaps new life in the Imperial Family would rejuvenate the empire; the dawning responsibility had certainly slapped Feryn out of his limbo, pushed him to come to full terms with his status.
He felt a new man and planned to usher in a new Empire.
All the deaths among the Imperial government had a demoralizing effect on the population. Wilhelm IV, who many expected to reign well into the new century, had been assassinated barely two decades ago by Azreaen separatists, while his son Damen II died only five years ago after only thirteen years on the throne. And now the Empress Mother died peacefully in her sleep? At least the Social Democratic administration was still in power, albeit losing ground to the Democratic Sentric Party as the Imperial Party gained ground to the old guard's detriment.
It was likely the Holy Lanlanian Empire would soon transform again, another vestige of its previous era gone. The only question was how. Would Feryn remain an uninvolved Emperor, reeling under the early loss of parental figure after parental figure? Would the empire's ambitions on the mainland, having lost their driving forces, disintegrate? The successors of the reactionary Imperial Sentric Party, now moderated, were again gaining political fervor and signaling an end to the historical domination of the Moderate and Social Democratic parties. The world was stagnant and the Empire floundered without a rival. Would Azreaen national rebound under Feryn's weak reign and again threaten to end the Empire?
Miklafornstad Palace, Lanlania, Holy Lanlanian Empire
Monday, 2 Zechyr 1592
The heart of the world's oldest great power was the most recognizable emblem of the Ancien world order. Born from the residence of Feryn the Glorious and having evolved with the Lanlanian nation, the "Great Old Town" palace was the perfect representation of an empire breed at the height of absolutism. Its most recognizable facade, the South Front, was constructed over 200 years ago during the height of Lanlanian Baroque architecture and faced the King's Park. Less than a decade ago this symbol of Lanlanian endurance attested to what was perhaps the greatest threat to the ancient regime and the only significant action the Lanlanian Isles had seen for over three centuries: an attempted insurrection by reactionary forces, the death throes of Alfred Aria Sulkholm's Imperial Sentric Party.
The only remnant of that fateful night was a plaque on the outer walls containing the names of the eleven Imperial Guards that lost their lives in defense of their Emperor. The palace grounds and the King's Park had been completely restored, with great care taken to ensure no other impression of high treason remained. Remembrance of such a crime was fit only for books and media, never to blemish the Empire's dignity.
Though the palace had been closed to the public for two years after the battle, it was once again welcoming the Imperial peoples and foreign tourists into its grounds. The Grand Fountain was again at the center of a bustling crowd, the Four Great Kings and their divine guards still watching over the Lanlanian peoples from the empire's heart. The Queen's Garden to its east was as vibrant as ever, while the Imperial Guard staged demonstrations by the administrative grounds to the west. The crowd was larger than average; the Empress Mother's Quartyr death was still fresh in the population's mind and many were here to pay their respects at the Imperial Crypt beyond the garden.
Unbeknown to the guests, their Emperor too watched over them. Feryn, in the midst of his twenty-fourth year, had decided to enjoy some fresh air at the roof of the palace, wandering into the smaller garden and sitting area that hid there. It'd been the first time he'd exited the palace for pleasure. Aside from matters of state, he'd spent the weeks since his mother's death grieving in private. But having endured, he was now feeling refreshed and saw the world in a new light.
Indeed, barely into adulthood and without the guidance of a father and mother, Feryn was finding himself finally ready to face his roles as the head of a leading country, the face of many peoples, and an upcoming father. His wife had just yesterday shared with him the news, and today—now—they'd told his grandmother. Soon, they would tell the rest of the family and the empire. Perhaps new life in the Imperial Family would rejuvenate the empire; the dawning responsibility had certainly slapped Feryn out of his limbo, pushed him to come to full terms with his status.
He felt a new man and planned to usher in a new Empire.
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 | 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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