Post by Empress Isabel de Roque on Jan 4, 2022 0:49:27 GMT
Carts upon carts of crates full of silver and gold are loaded into the Sheenish treasure ship. Roughly 69 Million Contos worth of silver and gold. 69 Million Contos. The Kingdom's coffers were left completely empty. What was left was barely enough to pay the next salary of the Palace's staff.
Magdala Isabel poured over documents spread all over the desk in the Palace's study, desperately looking for a solution to this crisis. Historical documents detailing how the Kingdom had escaped famine in the past, new tomes written on economical theory, maps of new silver deposits in Costa Negra, even the Communist Manifesto. There must be something, anything she could do to solve this. Things were going so well... birth rates were increasing, the Rodinan Tzar had approached with a request to become a full member of the Union, even the new airline seemed to be prospering. And then all of a sudden, all of that would come crashing down. All because of this stupid war.
A knock on the door. What now? More bad news? Was it a Sadaler assassin, here to kill her for what that idiot Queirós had done?
"Good evening, your Highness," Said a man in a well tailored suit, taking his top hat off of his head. "I come here representing the Order of Merchants."
"Good evening sir," She said, composing her completely undone hair. She had not been able to sleep or take care of herself properly for days by now. "Please, take a seat."
With that, several more men came from the door. All Representatives from this or that Order. Until all of the Major Orders of the Kingdom were present in the room. The representative of the Order of Merchants got up from his assigned seat on an armchair near the fireplace.
"We realize the Kingdom is going through... difficult times. The coffers are empty. It was hard not to notice the crates upon crates of silver and gold leaving our shores," He says, pulling a long paper from his waistcoat. "Here, this is for your hands your Highness."
Isabel unfolded the piece of paper.
"What? I..." She said, as the tired expression on her face was replaced by an ear-to-ear grin, accompanied by tears of happiness. "My Gods, thank you!"
"You have done so much for this kingdom, so much for us," Said the representative of the Order of Gunsmiths. "It was high time we returned the favor."
The piece of paper was an official cheque for 12 Million Contos. The Orders had all gotten together and raised that amount of money to loan to the Government, free of interest, and with no date for payment.
As the Magdala cried tears of joy, someone in the room ordered a servant to bring bottles of Port for a toast in her honor. The Kingdom was not falling today! That much they were sure of. Let the future come, they were ready.
Magdala Isabel poured over documents spread all over the desk in the Palace's study, desperately looking for a solution to this crisis. Historical documents detailing how the Kingdom had escaped famine in the past, new tomes written on economical theory, maps of new silver deposits in Costa Negra, even the Communist Manifesto. There must be something, anything she could do to solve this. Things were going so well... birth rates were increasing, the Rodinan Tzar had approached with a request to become a full member of the Union, even the new airline seemed to be prospering. And then all of a sudden, all of that would come crashing down. All because of this stupid war.
A knock on the door. What now? More bad news? Was it a Sadaler assassin, here to kill her for what that idiot Queirós had done?
"Good evening, your Highness," Said a man in a well tailored suit, taking his top hat off of his head. "I come here representing the Order of Merchants."
"Good evening sir," She said, composing her completely undone hair. She had not been able to sleep or take care of herself properly for days by now. "Please, take a seat."
With that, several more men came from the door. All Representatives from this or that Order. Until all of the Major Orders of the Kingdom were present in the room. The representative of the Order of Merchants got up from his assigned seat on an armchair near the fireplace.
"We realize the Kingdom is going through... difficult times. The coffers are empty. It was hard not to notice the crates upon crates of silver and gold leaving our shores," He says, pulling a long paper from his waistcoat. "Here, this is for your hands your Highness."
Isabel unfolded the piece of paper.
"What? I..." She said, as the tired expression on her face was replaced by an ear-to-ear grin, accompanied by tears of happiness. "My Gods, thank you!"
"You have done so much for this kingdom, so much for us," Said the representative of the Order of Gunsmiths. "It was high time we returned the favor."
The piece of paper was an official cheque for 12 Million Contos. The Orders had all gotten together and raised that amount of money to loan to the Government, free of interest, and with no date for payment.
As the Magdala cried tears of joy, someone in the room ordered a servant to bring bottles of Port for a toast in her honor. The Kingdom was not falling today! That much they were sure of. Let the future come, they were ready.