Queen Liesl II glanced at her publicist skeptically as she took a seat in Liesl's lavish study. "The people can't be all that wound up over a social visit to Golfia, can they?"
Ingrid Brunner, Liesl II's personal publicist and adviser sighed. "This is the general populace we're talking about. Not everyone's as logical as we'd like them to be."
"I hope Golfia's people are being more sensible. Are they, Ingrid?" Liesl II drummed her fingertips upon her mahogany desk, glancing from Ingrid to the hallway outside of her study, in which a portrait of the Grand Duke hung.
"According to the Salisburgh Sentinel," Ingrid explained, producing a copy of that morning's newspaper, "They're just as angered. Apparently, they see the idea of your visit as an 'abomination and contrary to Golfia's beliefs,' et cetera. Of course, you can't please everybody, but this is beyond that."
"Yes, yes, I know," The monarch said, rubbing her antique pearls. "But don't I have the right to live a life that isn't solely dedicated to the people of Lausse?"
"Liesl Ardinger II!" Ingrid, who was fifteen years the monarch's senior, angrily snapped. "Just because you're nineteen years old doesn't mean you can reject the duties that being Queen demands of you! If you made those remarks public... Needless to say, Ardinger Castle would go down in flames in a matter of hours!"
A few weeks after Queen Liesl II's conversation with her publicist, she was preparing to board her flight to Golfia. Of course, her primary reason for visiting was to see the Grand Duke, but she had, of course, convinced the Laussi people that she was visiting on diplomatic grounds - Golfia and the rest of the regional community, however, were likely to know exactly what was going on.
Liesl sighed, pulled her red trenchcoat tight around herself, and curtsied to the guards that escorted her onto the runway and towards the Ardingers' private jet. Thank God this is private, thought Liesl as she boarded the jet. Ingrid and Annelise, Liesl's younger sister, watched as the jet took off. The young queen looked out of her window as Nonnberg International Airport and the surrounding city shrank in size before falling asleep.
Brigitta Johansen, Prime Minister of Lausse, stared out of her bedroom's window. "You know... I have a feeling the Queen isn't on just a diplomatic trip," she told her long-haired cat while stroking its fur. "I could be wrong, though... But just think of all the things that could be done to her! She could be ridiculed in Golfia, shot down by some jealous monarchy's air force, condemned abroad... And what is she saying about Lausse? I'd better come up with some sort of statement that combats this... Whatever it is."
Ingrid Brunner, Liesl II's personal publicist and adviser sighed. "This is the general populace we're talking about. Not everyone's as logical as we'd like them to be."
"I hope Golfia's people are being more sensible. Are they, Ingrid?" Liesl II drummed her fingertips upon her mahogany desk, glancing from Ingrid to the hallway outside of her study, in which a portrait of the Grand Duke hung.
"According to the Salisburgh Sentinel," Ingrid explained, producing a copy of that morning's newspaper, "They're just as angered. Apparently, they see the idea of your visit as an 'abomination and contrary to Golfia's beliefs,' et cetera. Of course, you can't please everybody, but this is beyond that."
"Yes, yes, I know," The monarch said, rubbing her antique pearls. "But don't I have the right to live a life that isn't solely dedicated to the people of Lausse?"
"Liesl Ardinger II!" Ingrid, who was fifteen years the monarch's senior, angrily snapped. "Just because you're nineteen years old doesn't mean you can reject the duties that being Queen demands of you! If you made those remarks public... Needless to say, Ardinger Castle would go down in flames in a matter of hours!"
"I know! It's just that I'd like to speak with him..." Liesl trailed off, gesturing towards the Grand Duke's portrait.
"M'lady," Ingrid began, acknowledging that Liesl was her superior, "It would be for the best to abandon all thoughts of him - you know that Lausse wants you to marry some native noble... Preferably a businessman... or his son."
"We must not speak of marriage," replied Liesl. "I haven't seen him since my coronation ceremony, which was three years ago. He simply said that he invites me to visit for a week for social purposes."
"It would be much simpler if Golfia was as close as, say, Malvad. But it's so far away..." Ingrid sighed.
"Just be glad that I'm staying within the region, will you?"
"Yes, m'lady. Should I start looking at airfare and such? Would you like to contact Annelise?"
"Of course - tell my sister and the Laussis that I'm leaving on diplomatic grounds - neither she nor they wouldn't approve of a social visit..."
Ingrid rose. "On it."
"M'lady," Ingrid began, acknowledging that Liesl was her superior, "It would be for the best to abandon all thoughts of him - you know that Lausse wants you to marry some native noble... Preferably a businessman... or his son."
"We must not speak of marriage," replied Liesl. "I haven't seen him since my coronation ceremony, which was three years ago. He simply said that he invites me to visit for a week for social purposes."
"It would be much simpler if Golfia was as close as, say, Malvad. But it's so far away..." Ingrid sighed.
"Just be glad that I'm staying within the region, will you?"
"Yes, m'lady. Should I start looking at airfare and such? Would you like to contact Annelise?"
"Of course - tell my sister and the Laussis that I'm leaving on diplomatic grounds - neither she nor they wouldn't approve of a social visit..."
Ingrid rose. "On it."
A few weeks after Queen Liesl II's conversation with her publicist, she was preparing to board her flight to Golfia. Of course, her primary reason for visiting was to see the Grand Duke, but she had, of course, convinced the Laussi people that she was visiting on diplomatic grounds - Golfia and the rest of the regional community, however, were likely to know exactly what was going on.
Liesl sighed, pulled her red trenchcoat tight around herself, and curtsied to the guards that escorted her onto the runway and towards the Ardingers' private jet. Thank God this is private, thought Liesl as she boarded the jet. Ingrid and Annelise, Liesl's younger sister, watched as the jet took off. The young queen looked out of her window as Nonnberg International Airport and the surrounding city shrank in size before falling asleep.
Brigitta Johansen, Prime Minister of Lausse, stared out of her bedroom's window. "You know... I have a feeling the Queen isn't on just a diplomatic trip," she told her long-haired cat while stroking its fur. "I could be wrong, though... But just think of all the things that could be done to her! She could be ridiculed in Golfia, shot down by some jealous monarchy's air force, condemned abroad... And what is she saying about Lausse? I'd better come up with some sort of statement that combats this... Whatever it is."
Brigitta Johansen on Queen Liesl II's visit to Golfia::Frankly, Parliament and I do not approve of Queen Liesl II's visit to Golfia, more specifically, their Grand Duke. We believe that our monarch should not be engaging in such exclusive relations with the Great Duke and find it appalling that she would leave without consulting her Parliament or cabinet - nobody knew of her specific travel plans prior to Miss Ingrid Brunner's [her publicist] public statement. Lausse does not support Queen Liesl II's so-called "diplomatic" visit to Golfia. Until further notice, the Laussi government has condemned Queen Liesl II - as of now, the Laussi Parliament has passed an emergency act that strips Liesl of her powers as Queen. Annelise Ardinger is now the interim head of state until Queen Liesl's return, upon which her trial will begin.