ST003, the official transport aircraft of the Sedunnic government, sharply reflected the bright light as it came clear of a woolly cloud, initiating its long landing procedures. Hevv Gjieramm, mostly known as the Sedunnic Minister of Foreign Affairs, had spent most of the flight reading, as usual. The fact that he did enjoy reading often came as a surprise to people who didn't know him personally. He had always been the outgoing, footloose kind. At least 20 years ago.

The book he had brought for this trip hadn't been a particularly good one. He had read the first 150 or so pages dutifully, but then his mind had wandered off too frequently, making him put away the book. It was not likely he would pick it up again. He was now going through the latest news from Sedunn with his smartphone. Topping the news were several articles about the preparations for the National Day and the ongoing large military exercise south of Grovne. He smiled when he found an article about King Vimmru drinking the tea that the Peony had sent him. He wondered what would top the news tomorrow. Hopefully the thing Vimmru would do during his speech. It was actually a really cool idea. Typical Vimmru.

The seatbelt sign lit up. Gjieramm turned off the phone and put it in his suit jacket on the empty seat next to him and buckled up.