16 May 2022, 19:20

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A Palace Stocked With Tea

United Kingdom -- Inimicus Summit

16th May 2022


Artabanos felt Himself looking at a familiar sight these days. The great square leading to the Imperial Palace, lined with crowds of people waving foreign flags, surrounding a central, clear avenue of approach from the route to the Imperial Aerodrome. This time, it was British Prime Minister Theresa May the Emperor would be receiving at Telum.

Really, the only reason He had not agreed to travel to the UK was His disdain for flying. Flying, and leaving the safe, comfortable surroundings of one of His many residences in Inimicus and North Diessen (His place in Inquista, well, He wouldn't travel there for comfort; the lighting was far too red, and the smell, just no).

His extensive region-wide network of professional gossipers had, however, informed Him that the Reitzmics had been after the UK's highly desirable strategic position; this was obviously not something He could care about if that boyish Reitzmic prince hadn't looked at Him insultingly during His welcome back party, but unfortunately he had done. So here He was. Plus, the UK had always been a reliable partner in the past, though for some reason He had never been quite as close to any UK politician as He might have liked. Perhaps, then, it was time for that to finally change. His musings kept Him occupied until the shining diplomatic cars came into view, and the summit formally began.