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#1: The Announcement
Present Day: August 2nd, 2017. 9:03 AM, Government Office Building:
The Princess's sister, Alice, arrived at the government office building a few minutes late, being caught behind a car accident about two blocks away. Though she was a little late, she was in no hurry, walking about casually. She took the elevator to the twelfth floor towards her sister's office. The building was a place she was uncomfortable with, preferring the elegance of the palace, where she thought the government should be conducting all its operations from. When Alice arrived at the twelfth floor, she made her way to room 1216, a quaint office situated amongst cubicles of executive staff workers minding their own business. The door was open, and Alice made her way into the room.
"Hey sis, have a seat," Princess Claidie, says, acknowledging the presence of her younger sister. With all the prominent government figures now present, Claidie presented a plan she had been working on for nearly a year to modernize the government.
"Okay, now that everyone is here... I've decided to move forward with my modernization plan," Claidie said. "I want it fully implemented the day before Ascension Day. I'm going to put more of the executive and legislative responsibilities on the two of you," she said, pointing and Alice and Prime Minister Madeline Ellison. "Sis, you're already running the Commons, setting the debate agenda and scheduling votes. You'll be doing more of that because there will be a lot more legislation passing through Parliament. Madeline, you'll be hiring and firing department leads, signing more legislation into law, and running daily operations."
Alice hadn't heard the entire plan. She only knew of a possibility that the Prime Minister's term would be fixed rather than be at the pleasure of the current monarch.
"You're not setting her term to a fixed number of years like you were thinking about, right?" Alice asked.
"No," Claidie replied, "I'm scrapping that for now. My reform efforts are focusing on Parliament. It's still my executive government."
Alice was a bit confused, with her insider knowledge of her sister's plans exhausted.
"The big thing here is that I'm eliminating royal decrees, for myself, and for all future princes and princesses. If I want something, I'll go through Parliament," Claidie announced.
"Your Highness, I object to this." Lord Chancellor Patric Senault, voiced his objection to such a powerful monarchist and aristocratic tool being put down. "Commoners, so called Politicians, aren't to be trusted with the affairs of this nation. Unchecked they will only serve themselves and their own interests. The nobility and the Dorsett family are raised to rule," Patric continued, before turning towards the Prime Minister. "Our noble families, our ancestors, threw their support behind the Dorsetts to evict the pretender from his seat. It is our right to have the ear of the Princess. Not yours!" he said, rudely pointing at Madeline.
Though Madeline kept her composure, the words of the Lord Chancellor set the Princess off, invoking an angry retort. "Ohhh... You keep talking about what you did four hundred years ago. But what have you done in the past fifty, or past hundred? Trading your daughters away to other noble families for dowries and political favors, and holding parties where you flaunt your wealth is all I can think of. I know what that's like first hand. My dad promised me to the Whittemores for that frigate in the harbor," Claidie retorted, referring to being the SDS Solidarity missile frigate. "I mean, who the hell even does that anymore? It's the freakin' 21st century! In my opinion, you've done nothing since the rebellion, and thankfully every few decades someone in my family wises up and does something about it. You all should have been gone when Chamber of the Commons was established under Princess Liselle's reign. Yeah, Patric, I dare you, I freakin' dare you to give me one good reason why I should keep the peerage around."
"Experience, Your Highness! We've been providing advice to the royal family for all those hundreds of years; we pass down our knowledge down through generations. You need to balance the new ideas of the commons, when they decide to present something useful, with the wisdom of the nobility," Patric responded. "The reason the peers are so upset with you, why they're opposing everything you're putting forward, is because you aren't at least hearing us. Everything you've done has been in direct opposition to us, and quite frankly I think it's because you are bitter over the deal that was struck between your father and the Whittemores."
Claidie, enraged but managing to suppress another outburst, took a deep breath before dismissing the charge. "I think we're done for now. I know it was short, but we'll talk more later." she says, sending the others away.
Present Day: August 2nd, 2017. 9:03 AM, Government Office Building:
The Princess's sister, Alice, arrived at the government office building a few minutes late, being caught behind a car accident about two blocks away. Though she was a little late, she was in no hurry, walking about casually. She took the elevator to the twelfth floor towards her sister's office. The building was a place she was uncomfortable with, preferring the elegance of the palace, where she thought the government should be conducting all its operations from. When Alice arrived at the twelfth floor, she made her way to room 1216, a quaint office situated amongst cubicles of executive staff workers minding their own business. The door was open, and Alice made her way into the room.
"Hey sis, have a seat," Princess Claidie, says, acknowledging the presence of her younger sister. With all the prominent government figures now present, Claidie presented a plan she had been working on for nearly a year to modernize the government.
"Okay, now that everyone is here... I've decided to move forward with my modernization plan," Claidie said. "I want it fully implemented the day before Ascension Day. I'm going to put more of the executive and legislative responsibilities on the two of you," she said, pointing and Alice and Prime Minister Madeline Ellison. "Sis, you're already running the Commons, setting the debate agenda and scheduling votes. You'll be doing more of that because there will be a lot more legislation passing through Parliament. Madeline, you'll be hiring and firing department leads, signing more legislation into law, and running daily operations."
Alice hadn't heard the entire plan. She only knew of a possibility that the Prime Minister's term would be fixed rather than be at the pleasure of the current monarch.
"You're not setting her term to a fixed number of years like you were thinking about, right?" Alice asked.
"No," Claidie replied, "I'm scrapping that for now. My reform efforts are focusing on Parliament. It's still my executive government."
Alice was a bit confused, with her insider knowledge of her sister's plans exhausted.
"The big thing here is that I'm eliminating royal decrees, for myself, and for all future princes and princesses. If I want something, I'll go through Parliament," Claidie announced.
"Your Highness, I object to this." Lord Chancellor Patric Senault, voiced his objection to such a powerful monarchist and aristocratic tool being put down. "Commoners, so called Politicians, aren't to be trusted with the affairs of this nation. Unchecked they will only serve themselves and their own interests. The nobility and the Dorsett family are raised to rule," Patric continued, before turning towards the Prime Minister. "Our noble families, our ancestors, threw their support behind the Dorsetts to evict the pretender from his seat. It is our right to have the ear of the Princess. Not yours!" he said, rudely pointing at Madeline.
Though Madeline kept her composure, the words of the Lord Chancellor set the Princess off, invoking an angry retort. "Ohhh... You keep talking about what you did four hundred years ago. But what have you done in the past fifty, or past hundred? Trading your daughters away to other noble families for dowries and political favors, and holding parties where you flaunt your wealth is all I can think of. I know what that's like first hand. My dad promised me to the Whittemores for that frigate in the harbor," Claidie retorted, referring to being the SDS Solidarity missile frigate. "I mean, who the hell even does that anymore? It's the freakin' 21st century! In my opinion, you've done nothing since the rebellion, and thankfully every few decades someone in my family wises up and does something about it. You all should have been gone when Chamber of the Commons was established under Princess Liselle's reign. Yeah, Patric, I dare you, I freakin' dare you to give me one good reason why I should keep the peerage around."
"Experience, Your Highness! We've been providing advice to the royal family for all those hundreds of years; we pass down our knowledge down through generations. You need to balance the new ideas of the commons, when they decide to present something useful, with the wisdom of the nobility," Patric responded. "The reason the peers are so upset with you, why they're opposing everything you're putting forward, is because you aren't at least hearing us. Everything you've done has been in direct opposition to us, and quite frankly I think it's because you are bitter over the deal that was struck between your father and the Whittemores."
Claidie, enraged but managing to suppress another outburst, took a deep breath before dismissing the charge. "I think we're done for now. I know it was short, but we'll talk more later." she says, sending the others away.