A bright sun sat in the sky above London, and clear sky's made it the perfect setting for what was going on in the city below. The war had officially come to an end, and members from all four participating states had gathered for the signing of the treaty, and the official reunion of the United Kingdom. The terms were simple, and were decided by members from both sides, who were sick of the fighting, and sick of the leadership on both sides. Christian Brent was incarcerated after a newspaper released official information about the things he was doing behind his people's backs, and the injustices he was committing against the Celtic countries. In turn, however, the major officers of the “Celtic Union” were also arrested, after information on how they were treating their prisoners was released. It was almost barbaric.
On a large podium set up within the center of the city, King Charles stood, shaking hands with the new Prime Minister of the UK, Colin Douglas. He was a tall Scottish man, standing just a little taller than Charles, who donned a military uniform coated in medals for the ceremony. A bright smile shone out from under a short, matted, curly red beard, while old, tired green eyes scanned over the cheering crowds over a porous, hooked nose. Compared to the young King who he was exchanging a handshake with, this man clearly showed much more age and knowledge.
So it should come to no surprise that as part of this agreement, the majority of diplomatic power was handed over to him, removing the equal powers between the King and Prime Minister that Brent had employed. While this unsettled many English officials, Charles agreed to the terms, since he trusted Douglas, and since having a Scottish man in the position would keep the Celts happy.
Once the Ceremony ended, Charles met with Douglas for a private meeting between the two, at the Palace of Westminster. As they walked through the entrance, they had to duck under some construction materials that hung low, and avoided the left side of the building that was deemed to dangerous to go through because of the explosive damage it had taken.
“Insane, isn't it?” Charles asked the Prime Minister. “To think that such damage could be caused, all thanks to one man keeping secrets, and telling lies.”
With a faint chuckle, Douglas nodded in agreement. “A wicked man can only create wicked people. If Brent had been a better person, this nation could have continued to flourish, but instead, it destroyed itself even more. This country used to be amazing, strong and feared. Now we look at others with amazement, while we sit in a corner, cowering and afraid. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
Charles just gave a small nod, and then stopped in his tracks. After a brief moment of silence, he looked at Douglas with eyes full of motivation.
“Do you think we can change that?” he asked in a weak voice.
“Eh?” the Prime Minister replied. “I didn't quite catch that.”
“Douglas. Be honest with me. Do you think you can bring Britain out of the state it has been in since the Great War? Do you think you can return it to power? I don't want any political promises. I want the truth.”
“Will you be able to return Britain to it's former glory?”
“No.” Douglas said, so blunt that it made the king do a double take in shock.
“What?”
“No. I will not be able to return Britain to what it once was. I could never do that in a million years.”
Just when Brent started to look disappointed, Douglas spoke up again.
“What I can do, however, is make it such a great nation, even it's citizens will see it as something new. Something amazing. I will rule the United Kingdom in such a way that we will be able to take on giants such as Spain and China, and come out on top.”
“So, to answer your question. No. I will not be able to return Britain to it's former glory. I will earn it new glory. Strength. Respect. I will put us back on the top of the world, or die trying.”
Without another word, the new Prime Minister started walking forward, leaving Charles behind to process what he was just told. When it finally clicked, a smile spread across the Kings face, as he entered into a brief job to catch up.
A bright sun sat in the sky above London, and clear sky's made it the perfect setting for what was going on in the city below. The war had officially come to an end, and members from all four participating states had gathered for the signing of the treaty, and the official reunion of the United Kingdom. The terms were simple, and were decided by members from both sides, who were sick of the fighting, and sick of the leadership on both sides. Christian Brent was incarcerated after a newspaper released official information about the things he was doing behind his people's backs, and the injustices he was committing against the Celtic countries. In turn, however, the major officers of the “Celtic Union” were also arrested, after information on how they were treating their prisoners was released. It was almost barbaric.
On a large podium set up within the center of the city, King Charles stood, shaking hands with the new Prime Minister of the UK, Colin Douglas. He was a tall Scottish man, standing just a little taller than Charles, who donned a military uniform coated in medals for the ceremony. A bright smile shone out from under a short, matted, curly red beard, while old, tired green eyes scanned over the cheering crowds over a porous, hooked nose. Compared to the young King who he was exchanging a handshake with, this man clearly showed much more age and knowledge.
So it should come to no surprise that as part of this agreement, the majority of diplomatic power was handed over to him, removing the equal powers between the King and Prime Minister that Brent had employed. While this unsettled many English officials, Charles agreed to the terms, since he trusted Douglas, and since having a Scottish man in the position would keep the Celts happy.
Once the Ceremony ended, Charles met with Douglas for a private meeting between the two, at the Palace of Westminster. As they walked through the entrance, they had to duck under some construction materials that hung low, and avoided the left side of the building that was deemed to dangerous to go through because of the explosive damage it had taken.
“Insane, isn't it?” Charles asked the Prime Minister. “To think that such damage could be caused, all thanks to one man keeping secrets, and telling lies.”
With a faint chuckle, Douglas nodded in agreement. “A wicked man can only create wicked people. If Brent had been a better person, this nation could have continued to flourish, but instead, it destroyed itself even more. This country used to be amazing, strong and feared. Now we look at others with amazement, while we sit in a corner, cowering and afraid. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.”
Charles just gave a small nod, and then stopped in his tracks. After a brief moment of silence, he looked at Douglas with eyes full of motivation.
“Do you think we can change that?” he asked in a weak voice.
“Eh?” the Prime Minister replied. “I didn't quite catch that.”
“Douglas. Be honest with me. Do you think you can bring Britain out of the state it has been in since the Great War? Do you think you can return it to power? I don't want any political promises. I want the truth.”
“Will you be able to return Britain to it's former glory?”
“No.” Douglas said, so blunt that it made the king do a double take in shock.
“What?”
“No. I will not be able to return Britain to what it once was. I could never do that in a million years.”
Just when Brent started to look disappointed, Douglas spoke up again.
“What I can do, however, is make it such a great nation, even it's citizens will see it as something new. Something amazing. I will rule the United Kingdom in such a way that we will be able to take on giants such as Spain and China, and come out on top.”
“So, to answer your question. No. I will not be able to return Britain to it's former glory. I will earn it new glory. Strength. Respect. I will put us back on the top of the world, or die trying.”
Without another word, the new Prime Minister started walking forward, leaving Charles behind to process what he was just told. When it finally clicked, a smile spread across the Kings face, as he entered into a brief job to catch up.
~DED
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