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“A drink I can certainly agree to..” Chris rises from his seat and makes his way to the antique globe beside the desk, flipping the top back to reveal a modest bar. The movement sends a dark brown cat scooting out from under the desk and over to where Lekkas waits.
“That’s just Octavian.” Chris introduces the cat—who has already made himself quite comfortable on Lekkas’ lap and purring in smug triumph—as he returns with a fifty year old scotch and two glasses. “I promise he’s friendly, but I can put him out in the hall if you like.”
Now back at the table, Chris hands Lekkas a glass and fills it with the dark brown liquor. “If I may, perhaps instead of my alleged brilliance, we ought to drink to the success of this endeavor.”
Returning the glass to the bar, Chris returns to sit with Lekkas. He raises his glass to the other man, “Cheers! To success and a new future in Turokhan!” He takes a sip of the strong liquor and lets out a satisfied sigh as the liquid burns his throat going down. “Smooth.” He coughs with a chuckle. Even as he relishes in the warm sensation of the scotch, the next steps to their scheme play in Chris’ head.
“We can bring this to the senate while you’re here. An official recognition of relations now will ease the way for future negotiations.” Already feeling the tingling of the alcohol hitting his system and running up his spine, having only had a light lunch earlier in the day, Chris figures this might be the time to actually enjoy the evening. “At any rate, we can forgo shop talk for now. Spend the evening on more entertaining topics.” Chris takes a long sip of his scotch while Octavian fills the silence with a demanding meow. “You’re clearly a learned man, what are your thoughts on Lucretius Carus’ De Rerum Natura?”
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Over several days, a Relatio Scritptum--a full text of the treaty and the arguments presented in favor for the adoption of the formal opening of relations with Turokhan--is prepared and delivered to members of the senate, along with a date on which to convene. The day finally arrives and Chris escorts Lekkas to the Curia so that he may observe the Senate in session and study the ancient traditional processes hailing back to the original Roman Republic for himself.
Arriving at the Curia, Chris and Lekkas see several senators standing outside of the chamber proper chatting with each other. The members of the assembly are wearing the traditional Toga Praetexta, a simple white garment with a red border and one of many surviving remnants of old Rome that make these proceedings almost like a walk in the past. Chris on the other hand, as Proconsul and the Presiding Magistrate is wearing the Toga Picta, a solid wine-red garment decorated with an embroidered gold border.
Inside the large centuries-old dome modeled off of the original, Chris fills Lekkas in on the nature of these senate proceedings. He explains that the auguries, the ancient rite of asking the gods for an omen, will not be taken unless otherwise called for; which he further states will be unlikely. Chris seats Lekkas down in the small visitors gallery that looks over the chamber and elaborates on how the relatio, the formal opening statement to the chamber, will be short. Ideally the whole event should take less than an hour.
As the Curia fills with more senators, the conversations range from the prospects of being done in time for lunch to a muffled “there goes the neighborhood” from somewhere in the back row. Chris expects there to be opposition, there always is from his adversaries in the senate, but it ultimately won’t endanger the desired outcome. Public opinion is overwhelmingly in support of opening foreign relations; especially humanitarian based relations such as this. A vote against this benevolent motion would be viewed poorly by the general voting public and with the next election always on an officials mind they cannot afford to take political risks.
When everyone has found their seats and the session is gaveled into order, Chris as Presiding Magistrate takes his place and stands before the chair at the center of the room to deliver the relatio.
“Inasmuch as it may be good and fortunate for the Hibernian people of the Quirities, we bring before you an official recognition of trade relations with the nation of Turokhan. Everyone present has had adequate time to reflect on the terms, I propose a voice vote. What does it please you should be done about this matter?”
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Lekkas chuckles to have the furry companion join him on his lap. "Oh, please do not bother. I adore cats!" He insists to Chris as he runs his hand down Octavians back and then proceeds to scratch just behind the feline's ear.
He happily takes the offered drink with his free hand. Lekkas laughs again but consents, "Very well then. A toast to good health and good fortune! To Turokhan's brightening future!" He raises his glass to Chris' and then sips on the deliciously strong drink. Lekkas can't help but to follow Chris in letting out a small labored exhale from the burning sensation of the liquor. "Smooth, indeed!" He declares with a smile and small hint of tear in one of his eyes.
Listening to Chris speak more on their next steps, Lekkas continues to pet his furry friend and marvel at the thought that their may just be a glimmer of hope in bringing Turokhan out of the dark ages and into modernity.
Being pulled from his thought and back to Chris who is moving on to new topic, Lekkas smiles brightly at the mention of Lucretius. "Sir, I frequently sleep with those books strewn across my bed!" He continues petting the demanding feline in his lap who had been forgotten in Lekkas lost in thought travels. "To be able to speak with a true Roman mindset on the De Rerum Natura is a dream come true."
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The days following are some of the best in Lekkas' long life. Being able to experience true Roman culture, literature, and architecture all while crafting a treaty that will help save his beloved home from itself is more than he truly ever could have dreamed.
When Chris invited him to watch the introduction and debate on the treaty before the Senate in the Curia, he was nearly beside himself in joy. The pinnacle of Rome's legacy, its Senate and democratic process, enshrined and preserved in a hallowed hall nearly identical to its inspiration in Rome itself was here before him as if he had stepped back in time.
Viewing the sights and sounds of the forum surrounding the Curia rendered Lekkas silent. The authentic Toga Praetexta of the senators was on display before him. He had already seen and long gushed over Chris' glorious Toga Picta, but it was even more exciting seeing it in its' natural setting. The Curia on the outside was magnificent to see and is nearly identical to the one in Rome minus the minor modern updates such as glass windows and regularly cleaned marble. The stepping through the doorway and entering the senate chamber itself, was another step through a door in time. Again, Lekkas was dumb struck and left it to Chris to do the talking and leading him to where he should be.
At his seat finally, Lekkas nodded along as Chris explained to him the proceedings and goings on. Lekkas' eyes excitedly darted around the room trying to take in as much detail of the place as possible. He tried to contain himself from excitedly bouncing in his seat like a small child. As much as Chris warned him that the proceeding was likely to be rather uninteresting, it was still exciting to the Romanophile to see it all happen in the flesh.
When the session was brought to order, Lekkas takes in a sharp inhale and quiets himself to listen to Chris and the rest of the room. His only regret is that he did not bring a recording device to record this historic moment for his nation and a memento for his collection.
One by one each senator is called to state their opinion until all are heard. The procedure ends up taking far longer than expected, as several members elected to state their opinions. One Senator from the far eastern coast of Britannica with a small stack of index cards in her hands seems prepared to deliver a speech, but thinks better of it. When all is said and done, with a mere two votes against and twenty-four abstentions, the clear majority is in favor.
“Votes in favor of the treaty make up the larger part. The Senatus Consultum shall be drawn up this morning and deposited in the Aerarium Saturni. And with that, Turokhan will be officially recognized as a trade partner of Roman Hibernia.” Chris quickly organizes the paperwork into neater piles, and rises from his seat to dismiss the assembly. “I no longer hold the senate.”
The senators rise and slowly disperse from the chamber, some lingering to chat amongst each other. Eventually, after several handshakes and some polite small talk, Chris is able to pull himself away from the floor and rejoin Lekkas in the gallery. “That ran a bit longer than expected, I apologize.” Chris says as he takes the seat next to Lekkas. “I hope you weren’t bored. Did you have any questions about the proceedings?”
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A splash of ice water is thrown onto Zixin's heart when Jin-ho mentions the Emperor and his close observation of their progress. The specter of his foreign patron looming over him haunts his every move and decision. Even in his success the foreign Emperor haunts him with reminders that he is watching closely.
With a heavy deflating sigh, Zixin agrees with Jin-ho; there is just so much to do and so little room to mess up or waste time. "Agreed. We need to keep advancing." He admits with his previous happy mood all but effectively doused.
Zixin felt very heavy and like he needed to go to sleep to get what little peace he could. He proceeds to snap off his cape to prepare the process of removing the armor suit. He only stops when he notices Jin-ho quickly step out of the room with a chuckle. He smiles however when he sees the man return with a bottle of wine in hand.
With his mood rallied, Zixin smiled again, "I agree!" He answers to the offer of drinks.
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After a night of drinks and allowing the soldiers a few minutes longer of sleep in consideration for their excellent performance the night before, Zixin rallies his forces with an impassioned speech and begins the march for the besieged Sana'a. The Prince's army meets resistance almost immediately and are forced to begin a long campaign skirmishing with the rebel forces in the hills.
Meanwhile, in the aftermath of the battle of Ibb, news of the victory quickly spreads through Yemen, Sheng Arabia, and even reaches the hallowed halls of the Imperial Court in Yong'an. The Imperial Court makes a formal commendation to Prince Zixin for his quick response and early victory against the rebels. Loyalist morale in Sheng Arabia is optimistically, albeit cautiously, rallied.
As Chris approaches Lekkas, he would find that the older man was writing enthusiastically in his notebook. Outside of Roman Hibernia's bubble, the world really had little left in the way of information on their ancient predecessor. Snippets of information from the ancient writers that have been compiled to make a best guess of what went on. So with the chance to record how Roman senatorial procedure actually functioned made readily available in front of him, Lekkas needed to take the chance to write on it.
Lekkas furiously finished his thought before he looked up at Chris, "Bored? Ha! No, your excellency. Quite fascinated I assure you." He shows off the pages of notes he took during the senate session. "I am going to make so many of my friends and colleagues jealous with this."
With a chuckles and happy smile he happily closes the notebook and ties its connected strap to keep it closed, "I'm sure I will eventually, but at the moment my head is abuze. I will review my notes and likely bother you with some questions again later."
Leaning back into his chair from where he had been sitting on the edge since the beginning of the session, Lekkas stretches with some audible pops coming from his joints. A happy smile stretches across his face. "To think, progress is coming."
He pulls himself to his feat with some help from his walking cane to balance. Lekkas stretches his hand out to Chris, "Thank you, Proconsul! You've done so much for us just by agreeing to see me, much less all of this." He gestures to the once filled chamber. "Progress is finally coming to Turokhan. Thanks to you, sir. We are indebted to you."
Happy year of the Ox.
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The biting defeat of their first major battle against Imperial Forces sends shock waves across the AFJ. Their series of symbolic victories of overrunning small Imperial garrisons and sieging cities is now at its end with the march of Prince Zixin and his victory at Ibb.
Despite the defeat of their forces at Ibb, the Arab Front for Justice are able to gain crucial intelligence on the impending force marching to save Sana'a. It is a small force and the only force that seems to be working to fight against the rebels. As they have have learned since the outbreak of the rebellion and with the arrival of Zixin's small force, it would appear that the Governor General has little intention of joining the conflict with his own forces. The revelation of this frees the AFJ to move their own forces freely and to be embolden in their choices of targets to attack.
In response to the defeat at Ibb, the AFJ calls upon the faithful, loyal, and patriotic of Yemen and the Arab world to rebuff the Imperial advance upon Sana'a. With the knowledge that only such a small force faces against the rebellion, many militias and insurgents race to the city in preparation for the Prince's force. The besieging forces numbers swell by several thousands and prepare to engage the approaching force while simultaneously attempting to seize Sana'a.
If anybody here has Irish blood, happy St. Patrick's day.
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Happy Easter to all who celebrate!! <3
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Manchuria changes its flag
The ascension of Aisin Gioro Xian on the orchid throne was an historic event in Manchu history as it marked the first time a woman became a reigning monarch in Manchuria. She was also the youngest empress on the throne at a mere 29 years old. This, however was not the only surprising event that happened. A few days after she became the Yangxi empress, the government announced that the country would change its flag for the third time of its history. The flag most manchus were used to was the yellow flag with five stripes in the canton, each representing one of the 5 main ethnic groups of the country, being Manchus, Han chinese, Russians, Japanese and Koreans respectively, under the autoritarian rule of the Wangshan Emperor from 2020 to 2060, the flag became associated with opression such as what was endured under the Kangde emperor, in an era when the concordia association, which is today Manchuria's dominent party despite the democratisation towards the end of the Wangshan emperor's rule, was still the sole legal political party. As such, the flag became increasingly associated with the party which, was also responsable for the forcefull ethnic cleansing of Han chinese in the 1950's. With this in mind, the empress proposed a bill to parliament to change the flag to a new one she had previously created. The flag features two horizontal stripes of equal size splitting the flag in two, the upper one being red and the lower one being yellow. The flag also features the imperial seal on the left corner of the red stripe. Red is meant to represent the Han, Japanese and Koreans as well as the han who were killed, while the yellow represents the Russians and Manchus. The flag was nicknamed the "Han and Manchu friendship flag" by the empress and was officially adopted by parliament. political analysts say this might be a turning point in Sino Manchurian relations as this could indicate an attempt at a rapprochement with china which would be yet another historic event for Manchuria.
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Zixin begrudgingly takes the glass offered to him and takes a small sip; not really interested in drinking, but equally disinterested in being completely sober. As Jin-ho elaborates on Governor Xiong's motives, Zixin hopes it will throw some water on the angry inferno building at the notion of this fat, aged governor standing in his way.
The drink does not help as Jin-ho continues to speak on the Governor's motives and two faced nature which only fuels the fire. He propels himself to his feet and paces about erratically for a moment, hoping to dispel some of the agitation at Jin-ho’s mention of being "cast down as a failed upstart." The word 'fail' echoes in his head as heat bubbles in his chest. He can feel the warm flush of anger working its way up his neck, and it takes everything in his power to contain his emotions and to not lash out. He breathes heavily through clenched teeth. His knuckles turn white in his balled fists.
Once his ire is successfully curbed, for now, the young prince turns to silence Jin-ho on the subject when he notices the Argentian agent's smile. Zixin knows the wicked smile as a sign that Jin-ho has a plan.
"I like embarrassing. I’d prefer utterly ruining, but embarrassing will do." Zixin retrieves his still- full glass and finishes it off in a few short gulps, enjoying how the warm burn of the alcohol spreads across his chest and literally melts the tension throughout his body. The prince raises the glass to Jin-ho for a refill. "What do you have in mind, my friend?"
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United Gulf Sheikdoms Celebrate National Day
On this day on april 9th 1989, the 12 sheikdoms that form the country united to form the United Gulf Sheikdoms. The area was originally part of the Ottoman Empire then became a French protectorate in the 20th century and was a patchwork of sheikdoms with the most important being Doha and Manama as well as 10 other on the arabian peninsula. In 1971, they gained independance seperately from france and most of them quickly became rich thanks to their oill reserves. By 1989, pan arabism was rising in the Sheikdoms and the Emir of what was now Qatar, Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani, had a vision of uniting the sheikdoms and managed to do so after negotiations. He is now regarded as the founding father of the country. Today also marks another important date. Last year, at the same date, the current ruler shocked the country by winning a lawsuit against the government preventing it to elect a new dynasty to rule the country and becoming the first female reigning monarch in the country, which greatly empowered women and sent shockwaves through the arab world. Aisha Al Thani now rules the country hoping to improve the lives of her people. While the country is rich, its economy is mostly reliant on Oil and Natural Gas exports. To celebrate, a large military parade was held in Doha followed by shows and massive fireworks.
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The ambassador exited the plane smiling and waving. Upon meeting Minister Cao he too bowed in respect before shaking his hand rather enthusiastically and also rather tightly without knowing it. When he realized just how tight his grip was he instantly let go and apologized for his mistake.
"Haha. Sorry about that Minister Cao I did not mean to hurt your hand."
After hearing the concern from Minister Cao the Ambassador laughs and smiles. Finding the whole ordeal to be a rather fun affair. He takes a shot of vodka after getting in the vehicle. The bodyguards decline the offer.
"This whole ordeal has been the most fun I've had all my life, I almost want it to happen again. Alas though, I understand your concern for me but I believe the escort won't be necessary. The Republic has deployed it's most elite forces to clear the areas of.. Troublesome fauna. I do hope these talks prove more fruitful though than my trip, though I suspect things might be harder than I'd like to think."
He takes another shot as he looks out the windows at the festivities.
"It's nice and peaceful, the air is fresh and the people are happy. Not like home. Home is hard, people are harder and life is somewhat tough but it is the life we make do with." He laughs abit before smiling and turning to the Minister. "How are things with you? My good Sir."
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(im sorry for the length again XD)
Retrieving his hand from the ambassador, Minister Cao held it limply in front of him with a joking smile, "A strong grip from a strong man! It makes me wish for the days of my youth when I was not so skin and bones."
As Vadinkov told his story and enjoyed some vodka, the Minister too enjoyed a few shots of liquor from the bar as he listened; preferring the traditional Baijiu liquor from the bar. He gave a hardy chuckle when the tough Russian had mentioned enjoying the whole affair actually.
The Minister looks out the window at the city streets of Beiping that is full of people enjoying the festivities made for this summit. "It is nice and peaceful now, but this city knows too the hardships of difficult life. A mere decade ago this city was largely empty and half in ruined because of the wars with Choson. Today it is alive and vibrant because of hope and hard work. No small part being played by the Crown Prince himself."
He let's out a heavy sigh as his memories play back scenes of warfare and suffering people. Shaking his head and taking a shot of the Baijiu to clear his mind he continues, "That is why we thought it best that Beiping be the place for our summit. This city and its people can relate to the hardships you face. Together we can form a bond to make each others lives stronger and more prosperous."
"With me you ask? Oh, the sands of time keep ticking by as the joints stiffen and the grey hairs grow." He lets out a hardy chuckle while stroking his largely white beard that has only the stray few black hairs remaining. "But I do so enjoy coming out of my office to personally conduct some good diplomacy!"
They finally arrive to the imposing front gates of the Palace. The walls and gate house tower nearly a hundred feet above them with the archers towers flanking the gate house rising another 50 feet on top of them. They pass through the gate house and out the other side into a large and spacious courtyard of cobblestone.
The entourage pulls up before a short marble staircase that leads to another, albeit much smaller gate in a much shorter ring wall. Minister Cao leads Ambassador and his men out of car and begins walking up the stairs. "This is Beiping palace complex. It was once the mightiest fortress in north China. It has been retrofitted as a civil palace since then. The outer walls and gate were kept for posterity."
Passing through the smaller, but intricately designed gate, they enter yet another cobblestone courtyard. Dominating the courtyard is a double-eaved white and red hall sat on a marble platform. Flanking the walkway to the hall are Imperial Guards with Imperial Standards and the standard of the Trans-Amur Republic. After crossing the courtyard between the stone like guards and climbing the two sets of staircases, they enter the hall.
The floor is polished marble which reflects the red columns and red rafters. Standing at the center of the room, just in front of the platform where a throne sits, is Grand Prince Wei speaking to some of his ministers. His long black hair is largely down with only enough tied up to hold his gold princely crown in place. He excuses himself from his ministers when he spots Minister Cao and Ambassador Vadinkov.
Walking toward the men, the light of the day time sun makes the golden feathers, that cover the shoulders of his outer robe, glisten.
"Ambassador Vadinkov, a pleasure and honor to meet you in person." The Grand Prince says with a warm and happy smile before bowing his head with his hands folded together and outstretched in front of him. Minister Cao immediately bows his head lowly and salutes the Grand Prince with his own hands folded and outstretched above his bowed head.
"I hope your flight here was far easier than your first?" The prince asks raising his head and then bowing to the Minister. Wei then gestures for them to follow him.
He leads them past the throne and through the hall. They exit the hall into the daylight again where they find a covered bridge that leads to a 3 story triple-eaved palace surrounded by a large moat of water. After crossing the bridge and entering the palace they finally reach another bridge that leads out to a pavilion that sits on the small man made lake which feeds the moat around the palace proper. The lake is in the palace's park where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom and the air is full of their sweet scent.
Sitting at the table and chairs provided at the pavillion, the Prince lets out a sigh, "Ah, finally." He chuckles, "That feels longer everyday as I get older. I think I am feeling Minister Cao's pain."
The Minister chuckles too, "You have not yet begun to feel the pains of age, your highness!"
Letting out a few laughs, Wei returns his attention to Vadinkov, "Ambassador, welcome to my home. I have to say, you have seen so much of my city and my palace. Sadly, I know very little of your country. Please, tell me about Vladivostok. Tell me about Trans-Amur." He cheerily asks while servants arrive to provide various drinks, teas, and small appetizers of dumplings, spring and egg rolls, wontons, and more.
“Well I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. We don’t usually get to see this enthusiasm on a day to day basis.” Chris stands and accepts Lekkas’ offered hand. “But there is truly no need for such thanks. This is an honor and a privilege for my nation.”
Chris leads Lekkas out of the Curia into the sun filled forum. The recently dismissed senators are walking about chatting with each other. Friends and family are enjoying the day as they patronize the local food vendors that set up shop in the forum.
“You know, there are plenty more sites and buildings that you can visit if you want the full Roman Hibernian experience.” Chris says before listing the various places that Lekkas had yet to see. “Also, as a personal gift from me to you.” Chris waves over one of his secretaries that is never too far behind; despite Chris’ best efforts to lose them from time to time for a little air. The secretary approaches with a wrapped box. Handing the box to Lekkas, Chris continues, “It is a high quality digital camera. To store some mementos from your time here.”
“Now where was I? Oh, have you ever heard of a ‘Giant’s Causeway’?” He returns to listing the fantastic sites to be seen across the Isles.
In the following weeks, ports around Roman Hibernia are a buzz with new activity as cargo ships bound for Turokhan are loaded with various construction materials. Meanwhile Roman Hibernian engineers are being recruited and prepared for their flight to Turokhan with the hope of suitable landing strips.
Many senators are still rumbling along with some conservative members of society, but the move to aid Turokhan is supported too widely in the polls. Although “what are we getting ourselves into” is still on many people's minds. More so especially if they happen to have seen Lekkas bouncing around the city and countryside with his new digital camera after his visa was extended.
Conversely Lekkas has been very popular with the younger generation, rising to the level of a meme on social media as ‘Take my picture with it, guy.” #TakeMyPictureWithIt has been consistently trending due to the frequent sightings of and selfies with the enthusiastic aging tourist often quoted as saying the phrase “Take my picture with it!” over even the most mundane sights around the country.
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Firenze, Florentinz
Queen Alexandria strokes the long red cape hung from her back, staring from the balcony of her manor across the sun-baked city streets. By midday, the sun beat down relentlessly on the Italian peninsula at a smoldering 29°C. Despite this, a cool breeze, picked up from the Arno canal that beautifully swims through the city, breezes across her face— whisping strands of untucked brown hair from under the Florentine crown.
“Your Majesty,” the old, yet soft voice of Verecondo Carone comes from the open doors of the cartography room just behind her. She turns, breaking her passionate glare across the city:
“Mister Carone.” she replies shortly, acknowledging the scheming master of Florentine’s intelligence agency.
“A beautiful day, is it not?” he notes.
“Quite. The weather is nice— Summer is approaching.”
“We still have to get through the Spring.”
“Ah, but there is no Spring in Italia. There is either bitter cold or boiling heat.” she says with a half-hearted laugh, still somewhat breaking out of her earlier trance.
“That there is not, La Duce.”
“What brings you here?”
“I come with news.”
“As I would imagine, that is your job as I remember.”
Verecondo takes a few steps forward, handing the Queen an envelope. While modern technology was in public and private hands across the nation, Florentinz would never lose its flair of traditions from its classical past. Her eyes glance over the letter’s contents, before returning her gaze to Verecondo’s spider like face:
“There is someone to see me?”
“A foreign dignitary. Dythia Ylad of Argent.”
“Dythia… The Emperor’s sister, no?”
“I believe you two have met before.” he says, now placing his hands on the balcony himself and glancing over the mesmerizing scenery of urban Florence; the sun painting the streets, clad with the Italian tricolour, in a golden bath.
“We have, in Veince. Perhaps... a year ago? She spins webs, like you… Except she’s much better at it—” she adds with playful sas, turning to him with a bitten tongue.
“Perhaps so,” he laughs, “it truly takes a master of intrigue to be the Imperatrix of Argent.”
A brief moment of silence ensues, a dark feeling grows between them as the words leave his mouth. They both knew the dangers of their Imperial neighbour, and despite the relative neutrality of the Florentine-Argent relations, Dythia Ylad arriving for diplomatic purposes was something to tie a knot in anyone’s stomach— friend or hardened foe.
“Bring her to me then.” she says finally; Nodding in confidence.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“Offer her the best amenities. We want to make good, honest impressions for our guest.”
A letter, sealed with the stamps of both the Royal Assembly and the House of Acordolo
TO:
The Diplomatic Office of the Royal Imperial Guard of Greater polaris
Her Most Serene Majesty, La Duce Alexandria Acordolo, understands the Imperial Guard's disquietudes in concern of the social stability of Greater Polaris.
The Royal Assembly, each of accounted, agree in absolute confidence: Emperor Jeremiah the Fifth and his Imperial House along with his unrecounted base of support, including private citizens, the Imperial Guard, and organized/unorganized Loyalist militias, are the unquestioned, legitimate rulers of Polaris.
In accordance with the wishes of Her Majesty the Queen, we hereby offer you our collaboration in counter-intelligence and clandestine operations against those wishing to upset the balance of power in the Polarian state; via the tools and tactics of the MdV (Ministero della Verità).
It has been made clear by all members of the Royal Assembly that safeguarding the Polarian regime and Royal Family is of the utmost importance. Please forward further inquiries directly to the house of Queen Alexandria Acordolo, and Verecondo Carone of the MdV.
Regards,
Her Most Serene Majesty of the Florentine, Greater Italian, and Aegyptus realms, La Duce Alexandria Acordolo.
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