6 October 2017

Audience Room, Buckingham Palace, London

His Majesty stood, comfortably in a sport jacket, top button undone on his collared shirt underneath, and immaculately shined shoes. The job of Sovereign of the United Kingdom of Great Britain came with the fortunate (or on some occasions unfortunate) weekly audiences with the Prime Minister. 

'This is my third Prime Minister,' thought King William. 'You'd think I would be a little less eager by now to have the meeting...' 

He looked towards the window and glided towards it. His Majesty would have rather had the audience in the private gardens of Buckingham, but between the unseasonable chill (it only crept up to about 13C that day) and the steady precipitation falling in a rhythmic ballet on the window pane prevented it.

It almost didn't occur to him that the door was opened and the Private Secretary, Sir Christopher Geidt, walked in.

"The Prime Minister, sir," the Private Secretary announced. Theresa curtseyed, completing the greeting between the Head of State and the Head of Government.

"It certainly has been an eventful few weeks, Prime Minister," His Majesty said, giving a polite grin to the Prime Minister.

"Yes, it has been," Theresa answered. "Your Majesty, if I may begin with just some developments on the attackers. The Government, when Parliament is back in session, will be putting forward further vetting and stricter guidelines on taking refugees from Dromund Kaas. As of right now, we are not taking anyone with any religion that is stated as Sith or variants of it. As for the Dark State of the Sith, we are working on whereabouts and the reach that the organisation has. Derectan intelligence has busted some of their own as well..."

"Prime Minister....Theresa....I worry about this development. We've had terrorism in this country, particularly in London. It's not been something that we could ignore at the time in 2011, and it's something we can't ignore now in 2017. I've had three Prime Ministers tell me they are taking precautions...but I want you to be the first to actually deliver on the promise that you will, as head of government, keep the people safe. And it's not just your reputation at stake as well...you are acting in my name, as His Majesty's Government. I want safety to be the top priority of any government that acts in my name," His Majesty responded. 

The Prime Minister said nothing for a while. 

"I can assure you, Your Majesty, that I have lost countless hours of sleep in the last month trying to deal with the unfolding crisis and the aftermath. It is absolutely my will that we carry on being the free and open society that we are, but with adequate protections to keep the citizens, tourists, and all who set foot in this United Kingdom safe. You have my word," Theresa responded. 

"Great," the Sovereign replied with a somewhat cheeky grin flashing across his face. "Shall I send in for a bit of tea, or would you like something stronger?" He sat down in one of the Audience Room's upholstered chairs...kept up by his grandmother while she was alive. 

"Oh goodness me!" Theresa exclaimed. "Well, I'm not doing the driving, and you're offering. Perhaps a stiffner could do us some good as we get into the economic policy we will be introducing soon."

"Theresa, I've got Sajid coming up here in the next month; could we not talk about that over a brandy?" the Sovereign groaned. Economic policy and news was so dry to him. 

"Thank God. I didn't really want to talk about it either. Philip had the most remarkable trip to the Duxburian Union with his company the other day," sidled Theresa. She didn't much care for economic policy either.

"I've only been there once, and I found it extraordinary," the Sovereign interjected before ringing the bell. The Private Secretary entered the room. "Chris, if you could ask the staff to send up a bottle of brandy and two glasses." 

From there, the meeting carried on.