Sigurd leaned back in the antique chair with his father across the table from him. They exchanged a long stare, as Lt.Col Sigurd swirled his Moët in the glass and took a swig. His father spoke first
"I raised three sons. All of whom have brought my glory and honour."
"All? What about that time one of them poisoned and kidnapped you and executed your guard?" Sigurd spoke about the events of the last two days as if he were an ouside party speaking to the Warlord in the future, looking back.
"My son, you carried out a coup d'état. That has happened once in this nation's history! I was the only one to have done that. You are following in my footsteps, Sigurd. The Imperial Fascist Kingdom will be in good hands."
Sigurd was taken aback. He lowered his brow, put the wine down and stood up. He paced across the floor of the conference room with his hands clasped behind his back and his chin high. As he stopped in front of the large animatronic window of the underground bunker which showed a live feed of the happenings in the capital city (The Holy Land) he spoke without making eye contact.
"You're... abdicating." He asserted rather than asked. "Why?"
Warlord Hendrick Augustus cleared his throat and replied, "I am aging. I have commanded these noble forces through at least 12 wars in my time. When I took over this nation was a wreck, and I made an empire. I chose you my son because Eldrick cannot sustain this. I love him, but he is more of an Adelbrecht or an Anton than a Hendrick. This noble act of yours was flawless. You were weak in you reservation though, you should have shot me like a man. But in time, this will coarsen I'm sure. The nation my son, is yours."
"Father..." they embrace in a hug.
"What to do about Eldrick, Warlord emeritus?" Sigurd asked.
"In war, as you well know, we capture cities to divert incoming forces. Use him as a captured city." the former Leader suggested.
Warlord Sigurd Augustus nodded and the meeting comes to a close.
LATER THAT DAY
A hand written letter is sent to the office of the Queen of ChiChi Empire
Queen Alisha, her majesty, her highness, her royal benevolent,
I have your King. In light of recent developments I am willing to bargain with you. My former demands have been amended to one simple request: I send you your King and he serves as ambassador to the IFK. All ties are repaired and the old regimes, those of Anton and Hendrick, may be forgotten by the new generation of leaders. You ascended to power in your nations traditional manner, and I in mine. We may, from here forth, be Great allies. I look forward to your reply, my Queen
With hopeful regards,
Warlord Sigurd Augustus
