Arzix-Constantinople Estates
Constantinople, Core, Ryccian Empire

"Hmm...if my suspicions are accurate, this is a military-style song of some sort? Perhaps you may browse Ryccian military musical arrangements or ancient anthems in the holonet, although I do not suggest the latter..."

"I regret to inform you that we shall not be performing such...intense music for any other events, as we opt to play calming, relaxing songs for our ceremonies"

"In addition, we are thankful for your consideration. An apolo-"

"I shall take over from here, Your Imperial Majesty"

Ferul interjected before the Emperor could finish. He was the true figure of authority here, and he showed it. The Emperor was only a ceremonial figurehead, so this affair of when to give the apology must be handled by the Chancellor.

The Emperor was a tad disturbed. Certainly he knew his place: he could not speak for government officials regarding policy, and thus he knew that the Chancellor was only doing his duty by interrupting. But it still felt annoying, as is natural of any person that has been cut off.

"The apology at the press conference shall suffice, Your Majesty, and as the Emperor said, we thank you for your consideration. There is no need to deviate from our schedule to apologize right away"

This was as much as a matter of protocol as it was a political move. Ferul knew that the opposition parties must be cranking up empty accusation after empty accusation in social media and in the news right now. He would let them have their little media circus. After all, their jaws shall drop in embarassment and horror when the Stoinian King apologizes to the entire nation for the misunderstanding. Then, he could spin the ridiculous moves from the opposition as the worthless attacks they were, and perhaps even spin the idea that the opposition has no concrete policies to bring the country forward if they criticize his government over mere gestures. Yes, play the victim, Ferul. Innocence is bliss.

The Emperor spoke once more after Ferul's intervention ended.

"Shall we proceed to greet the various government ministers awaiting?"

The Ryccian military band was prepared to play another tune as they approached the various ministers and military officials waiting to greet the Stoinian King. They were in a straight line, patiently standing there to meet this stranger.