The State Banquet
The Queen smiled politely as the Spokesman of Eumenor strolled up to the table of the banquet. What had kept him so? She thought it very strange that the Spokesman would arrive late for a State Banquet where he was hosting a foreign Head of State. The Eumenorians were certainly not sticklers for protocol.
"Good evening, your majesty" the Spokesman said as he bowed to her
"Good Evening, Mr Spokesman"
The pleasantries were interrupted by a large orchestra who had begun to play the National Anthem of Eumenor. The Spokesman joined them in song, and the Queen at the very least pretended to know the words. At the conclusion of the Anthem, the food begun to flow out onto the tables. It was an incredible array of the finest Eumenorian cuisine. It included signature dishes such as the Eumenorian Trout, and the Eumenor Duck Legs with maple sauce. The Queen had not dined on such fine food in a while, during the visit, they hadn't had much opportunity to sit about and simply enjoy a good meal.
She recalled fondly her early memories of living as a Princess of Intelligentsia, as she was then known, occasionally her Mother would let the cooks have a weekend off, and she would spend the whole weekend baking for her family. She missed her Mother greatly, and certainly hoped that her brother would locate her very soon. The Queen Mother and the Crown Prince had both vanished after attempting to seek asylum with Alunya, a now defunct nation.
Her husband, King-Consort Richard, was entertaining the Spokesman in chit-chat about military matters. Thankfully this meant that the Queen did not have to engage with the spokesperson, as she was still slightly annoyed at the way he handled her at the public event in the public square.
Just as quickly as the food had arrived, the waiters were taking it away. She thought to herself that she might like to ask for the recipe for the Duck Legs with maple sauce.. Hmm, no, that might not be appropriate she thought.
The Spokesman rose and gave a short statement to the assembled journalists and the dignatries of both delegations. He spoke of the need for cooperation, for peace, for diplomacy, as well as for the need of greater trade and economic ties between the two nations. Overall it was a rather unremarkable speech, but the Queen appreciated it nonetheless, as she was sure the Spokesperson wanted to say a great deal more about the state of democratic reform in McMasterdonia and the idea of a hereditary monarchy. Or perhaps she was just reading too much into his social ineptitude at state functions.
It was then the Queen's turn to speak;
"I would like to thank the Spokesman and his Government for inviting the King and I to visit the people of Eumenor. It has been a great honour and privilege to speak to so many of your people, and to be taken on a journey of cultural understanding through your magnificent museums and art galleries. I hope that perhaps one day, a cultural exchange will occur, where the Museum of Intelligentisa can house antiquities from Eumenor, and the National Museum here, can house antiquities from our historical era.
Enough of history, we are here visiting the great people of Eumenor to focus on the future of our two great countries. I eagerly await opening our grand embassy tomorrow morning, and I am very hopeful that we will see an even greater economic relationship between our two great nation states.
Thank you".
The Motorcade Journey
The Queen's motorcade hummed along the central avenue of the Capital of Eumenor in relative harmony. The Queen was growing rather tired of the numerous outspoken protesters that had been attending her events, and some of the Spokesman's behaviour had given her some cause for concern. She had considered returning home to McMasterdonia, her brother, General Albert of the Royal McMasterdonian Armed Forces had been leading operations in the far east, near the city of Ceduna, that had given her cause for concern. The City of Castello now was little more than a burning pile of rubble, and her brother had used mustard gas against protesters in river city of Whitewater, and presumably wiped out the remaining members of House Stuart, vassals to the House Capricornia. She regretted that she had been unable to control her brother's actions, but her father had said that her brother was like a grenade, sometimes you need to simply pull the pin and find your target. Let him do the rest, her Father had said.
Unfortunately things were not going as planned. Her brother's brutal crackdown had gathered international attention and some condemnation from rival states who envied McMasterdonian power. The bombing of a train of refugees fleeing for the border 12 months ago, had rallied many of the northerners and rural citizens to the cause of the Government. Few could believe that the extremist rebels, led by Rosemary Whent, or the Flemingovian Council of Elders, had resorted to such devastating tactics. This action alone was enough to meet her brother's ire. He had immediately ordered the leveling of the City of Castello, which caused hundreds of thousands of casualties, and it was believed that the noble House Granthem had been completely eliminated by members of the Elite Royal Guard (ERG) unit.
While contemplating the war effort, she was awaiting a secure email from her brother that would describe in detail the stance of the Government of Eumenor and it's citizens on the McMasterdonian conflict, as well as their view of violence and military action specifically. She was aware that Eumenor described themselves as pacifists, and many of the people in power that she had met with, would meet that description. However, the protesters outside the many events she had attended, seemed to suggest a more volatile and violent underbelly of this seemingly civilized society.
"Ma'am, the email you were waiting for has arrived"
"Thank you, Ed." she said
Secure Email:
Dearest sister,
I hope that this email finds you well. I have had the Royal Intelligence forces working on this overnight. I hope that it will answer all of your inquiries. The Intelligence Unit agrees with your opinion that the nation of Eumenor, and specifically it's government is of a pacifist nature. We find it extremely unlikely that the people of Eumenor or their Government would materially intervene in the ongoing conflicts we are facing at home. At worse, we believe that the Spokesman's Government may have considered condemning some of our necessary actions in the rebellious provinces, but we believe that this issue has subsided significantly and that he will not be doing so.
Additionally, I wish to inform you that we have conducted independent research into the protesters that you have been dealing with. We believe that these protesters are part of a minority anarchist group in Eumenor. I really do wish to emphasize to you that these people are absolutely in the minority. The vast majority of our research indicates that the Eumenorians certainly do not approve of the very necessary actions that we have taken, but that they are too respectful and peaceful to actively fight against you or the visit. It may affect the reelection chances of the Spokesman, but that is hardly our concern.
Finally, I wish to inform you that the city of Whitewater is formally under our control and request that you appoint Lady Cassandra of House Lanners as the liege lord for the city. She is loyal to the family and a firm moderate on religious matters. I know that you may have concerns about her strong military ties, but I am confident that she is best placed to work with the local community in rebuilding. I will be travelling to Whitewater later this afternoon to meet with her and officially give her your approval, should it be granted.
Your ever loving brother,
Albert
The Queen quickly typed up a very short reply "Thanks for the information Albert, and I grant my approval for Lady Cassandra. I am concerned about her very strong ties to the military, but I trust your judgement that she will be able to work with the civilian population. Look forward to seeing you, Matilda."
*beep*
Another secure email, this time from Count Gregor, the Queen's Uncle and long-time confidant. She had not been expecting to hear from Uncle Gregor as she knew he was left running the affairs of state while she was abroad in Eumenor.
Secure Email2:
Your majesty,
I write to you in great urgency, I have received intelligence from a highly trustworthy and reliable source within the Royal Intelligence Agency that says that your brother, General Albert, is travelling to meet with Viscount Markus, of House Clarke, in the Westerlands of McMasterdonia. This is not what is shown on his registered schedule with the military or with the intelligence service, which says he will be visiting Whitewater and Lady Cassandra of House Lanners.
I have received similar reports to these over the past couple of days. I believe that your brother has been sending you misinformation, and I am unsure why. What is clear is that he has been meeting with provincial Lords and Ladies who have not yet been involved in the conflict, have recently withdrawn from the conflict, or who have strong ties to the military of this country. I believe that he is meeting with them to use them to help rig the upcoming elections. This is against your strict order your majesty, that the elections be free, fair, and meaningful, and without vote tampering.
If I am correct in this belief, then General Albert is disobeying a royal command and must be reprimanded for it. This is not the first time this has become a problem, the last time he used mustard gas and violence against your direct command. I await your urgent reply.
Uncle Gregor"
Reply to Secure Email 2:
Uncle Gregor,
This is very disappointing and a most grievous offence if true. I ask that you do not do anything rash and that you await my return. Tomorrow, our new Embassy in Eumenor will be open. I will make a grand statement about interregional affairs and unveil the opening of the Royal McMasterdonian Airlines hub in Eumenor. This will captivate the media attention and we will begin to win the propaganda war against the extremist rebels.
I'll handle my brother when I return tomorrow evening. In the morning, write to him and request his presence for my return to Intelligentsia. Don't tell him anything else.
Matilda
And with that, the car had pulled to a stop, and the Queen returned to the Official Residence of the Spokesman for her last evening in Eumenor. Tomorrow, she would open the Embassy, and she would need all the sleep she could get for the journey home.
OOC: These secure emails may be released later as evidence.