| (I.C.) Antarcha |
Date: January 13th, 2020
Time: 03:00 Location: Aesthwinter Forest, outside Aesthwinter, Antarcha Wyntere ran through the forest as the world slept. The eternally-cold air nipped at Wyntere's nose despite being bundled up the best she could. The sun already poked through the trees, rising once again over the permanently-cold skies. The warmest part of the year was over. Her cloak inevitably kicked up snow under her nightgown, which felt bitterly cold. She prayed for heating when she got to the meeting place in Mint. When the rest of Antarcha woke up, everyone was in a panic. Of course, everyone would be. The princess was missing, just a week away from her wedding. Her fiance was nowhere to be found, according to the Duke of Southwind. Antarcha's Secret Service was already on the case however, and determined it to be 2 cases of running away. With all the anti-imperialist protesting going on, there was no surprise about what was happening. Even the imperials were against themselves.
The sun rose weakly in the bitter-cold Antarchan skies. The time of year was always like this, there was always a sense of sleepiness in the populace during this time. The previous night's blizzard had dumped mounds and mounds of snow on the ground. The howling wind had kept the new Empress of Antarcha awake all night, as well as her sisters and father. Everyone was grouchy at breakfast, sleep hanging heavily on everyone, shivering in the cold that even the palace walls couldn't keep out.
The feeble midday sun barely rose above the buildings, casting long shadows everywhere. It did feel like perpetual twilight sometimes, and Wyntere couldn't help but pray for winter to end. Dealing with the loss of her mother was painful for everyone, but Wyntere now had to shoulder the responsibility of her younger siblings, as well as being the figurative head of Antarcha, the person who would represent what the Antarchan people would strive for. "Your Excellence, I have received your request to have an audience with me. Is 13:00 acceptable to you?" The person on the other side of the phone asked, as soon as Wyntere picked it up. "This is acceptable." Wyntere replied. It is my time to restore the royal family to what it's supposed to be: the example of the best of Antarchan society to the rest of the world. The bitter cold invaded past Wyntere's thick overcoat, chilling her to the bone as she trudged through the deep, untouched snow to her destination, shivering violently against the gnashing winds. But, the target building was now in sight, and once she made it in, Wyntere allowed the warmth of the room to soak into her skin. "Your Excellence, a pleasure to meet you." A fairly tall, thin man extended his arm out to the Empress. "And you, Prime Minister." Wyntere replied, taking off her coat. The man she met with handed Wyntere a warm mug, the scent of Iceberry bark and mint slowly filled the room, filling Wyntere's mouth with the robust taste of the warm drink, an Antarchan favorite. Piping-hot Sheep's milk, with iceberry and mint broiled simultaneously. The taste was always a welcome delight to any Antarchan worth their salt. "Thank you, Prime Minister." "Of course, Your Excellence. Though, I won't be Prime Minister for long, elections season is coming up. I am not running for re-election." "I am aware." Wyntere shrugged. "But, I want this to be done as soon as possible." "Yes, what did you want to discuss with me anyhow?" "I want to make the royal family have much greater autonomy. I wish to go to University and study. I wish for the imperial family to be seen as the ideal Antarchan, knowledgeable in a variety of subjects, open to host great Vissamlungen for many people to partake of the highest forms of discourse." "I am glad to hear that the royal family finally has an intellectually-minded royal in power once again." The Prime Minister smiled. "But, you do realize that the royal family has the power to do what it wants in a social regard... right?" "What about the college thing? That one is certainly not something the royal family was permitted to do!" "No, but your protests gave way for that." "Oh."  Empress of Fire Current Minister of Military Affairs Chair Perch of the Assembly (February to June 2020) SPSF Soldier MoRA Fellow Ambassador to Forest and Lazarus |
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