Post by Archduchy of Borealis on Nov 9, 2022 4:55:52 GMT
"I would like to know why you two have now twice betrayed the Crown, and why my wife has hidden correspondences with foreign powers from me! Why this whole damned castle has decided to look over me as their lord and protector." The furious young man in uniform was flanked by his guards and the secretary of the armed forces, whom at this rate didn't know who he was actually supposed to be protecting.
"First off, I only asked for a lord to show legitimacy, not for their merit. I could have a statue with a crown serve the same purpose you do, and it would give me less troubles. Secondly, you wanted to defend my lands and livelihood from the clutches of foreign powers. We cannot fight without men, cannot build rails without steel and experts. I have put us in the position to do what you asked. Now you may not like how it was achieved, but damnit if I have not accomplished the goal you set out for me." The Secretary of the Territory had wanted to strangle the archduke, but instead decided to simply lash out with his tongue.
"Your lands? YOUR LANDS! The nation is land of the crown, not the settler. You do not let the enemy invade your borders without making them pay in gold or blood. You let them settle claims that were not yours to give. They were mine."
"Sir, with what little respect you deserve, go eat shit and die. Your wife has attempted to bring this land and its people forward, and yet you have been it's anchor. The crown requires lands and servile people to be legitimate. The lands need no crown, and the people would rather be ruled by one of our own. A master of lavish balls and gaudy fashion is not what Borealis needs. We want a man or woman who is master of the sword, scythe, and pen. You have clearly proven a master of none." the man in green was not impressed by the archduke.
"You are so willing court treason, Mr. Clark?" The Archduke snapped from his chair, hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
"Why would it be treason to simply kill the Archduchess's Consort?" Clark leaned back in his chair, hand firmly grasped on the rosewood grips of his pistol.
"Gentlemen! Enough! Your Highness keep your sword sheathed, Clark stand down. I do believe you have answered the Archduke's question though. Sir, you simply do not rule as a leader should. However, the Archduchess does. And though the dynasty may bear your name, Aurelia will be the name of legend and prestige, not Marcus."
"You dare threaten my legacy?"
"You may yet resurrect it. But to your own people, they would even see the bandit lords and Bolsheviks as leaders before they consider you their true lord. You have sown sour grapes. Grapes these people do not intend to waste their time to reap." The Secretary stood from his chair, and collected his things.
"So prepare a better crop, or listen to Clark's advice. Eat shit and die."
"First off, I only asked for a lord to show legitimacy, not for their merit. I could have a statue with a crown serve the same purpose you do, and it would give me less troubles. Secondly, you wanted to defend my lands and livelihood from the clutches of foreign powers. We cannot fight without men, cannot build rails without steel and experts. I have put us in the position to do what you asked. Now you may not like how it was achieved, but damnit if I have not accomplished the goal you set out for me." The Secretary of the Territory had wanted to strangle the archduke, but instead decided to simply lash out with his tongue.
"Your lands? YOUR LANDS! The nation is land of the crown, not the settler. You do not let the enemy invade your borders without making them pay in gold or blood. You let them settle claims that were not yours to give. They were mine."
"Sir, with what little respect you deserve, go eat shit and die. Your wife has attempted to bring this land and its people forward, and yet you have been it's anchor. The crown requires lands and servile people to be legitimate. The lands need no crown, and the people would rather be ruled by one of our own. A master of lavish balls and gaudy fashion is not what Borealis needs. We want a man or woman who is master of the sword, scythe, and pen. You have clearly proven a master of none." the man in green was not impressed by the archduke.
"You are so willing court treason, Mr. Clark?" The Archduke snapped from his chair, hand resting on the hilt of his blade.
"Why would it be treason to simply kill the Archduchess's Consort?" Clark leaned back in his chair, hand firmly grasped on the rosewood grips of his pistol.
"Gentlemen! Enough! Your Highness keep your sword sheathed, Clark stand down. I do believe you have answered the Archduke's question though. Sir, you simply do not rule as a leader should. However, the Archduchess does. And though the dynasty may bear your name, Aurelia will be the name of legend and prestige, not Marcus."
"You dare threaten my legacy?"
"You may yet resurrect it. But to your own people, they would even see the bandit lords and Bolsheviks as leaders before they consider you their true lord. You have sown sour grapes. Grapes these people do not intend to waste their time to reap." The Secretary stood from his chair, and collected his things.
"So prepare a better crop, or listen to Clark's advice. Eat shit and die."