Airstrip of Søskøn Palace, Asgård Stad, Archkingdom of Sjealand
07:45, 1st of Jølnir, 2017
-6 degrees celsius
He pondered the quote for a few seconds. Dear gods how it had been drilled into his head when he grew up.
''We sit at a crossroads, we monarchs are always threatened with revolt and republics. The people only support you when their worries are met. As one falls, so shall the others''
His father had always said, the cunt that he was. Yet he could deny it fully. Of all the invited monarchs today, a minority sat on their thrones. The vast majority lived as exiles, as deposed heads of states, as relics from a bygone era. Not that they all were to blame, countries like Akai and Nevanmaa gave the world a much darker view of the throne. One of despotism, racism and of the most vile ideas one could grab.
His steamy breath formed the only remnants of clouds he could see. The sky was a cold blue today, nothing white on the sky, maybe to contrast the white of the ground. He thought he saw the planes in the horizon, carrying the crowned and esteemed heads of the Esquarian monarchies. Which planes it was he had little to no idea of. A quick shiver down his spine served as a reminder of the temparature. One thing to savour was watching the boreans handle the cold. Especially the albino of Akai and the Tuthinan child, those were some of the few pleasures of international diplomacy. He stroked his beard, the cold didnt bother him as much now as it had used to when he was at Pontoppidans. He had chosen a normal winter uniform of the Black Guards today, it was nothing too fancy, yet it signalled dignity, honour and strength. He had considered something more, something grand, but there were no papparazi to take pictures, no journalists to fawn over details, so there was not point.
''Egon, sørg for at hoffolkene står klar med velkomsttåren, de ankommer snart''
He said to his aide. The man nodded then bowed, before he hurried to fetch the courtiers. It was a long flight to Sjealand, especially when going to his private airfield, so he had though it best with a little something they could warm themselves on.
''Deres Majestæt, akvavit eller snaps?''
He heard Egon call. Hmm, what would be best, Akvavit was certainly the better taste but Snaps would help on the warmth.
''Snaps, Gammel Tynsk, Årgang 1993 Egon. Stå klar med de små glas, det er kun en lille dram''
He replied, it was settled. This should have been settled beforehand but the weather had surprised them. It wasnt supposed to snow until the 16th, so improvisation was needed. Luckily they were able to keep the carpet warm enough for it to be seen.
The noise from the jets grew even louder, the first seemed to finally arrive. He nodded to the Colonel of the Royal Life Guard.
''Kompagni! Præsenter sabel! Første Deling, præsenter gøp!'',
They calmly marched to their positions around the carpet. Those carrying guns surrounding Frederik and those with the sapres lining against the carpet, forming a tunnel of sabres. Next he nodded to the Military band of the Royal Guards. ''When they leave the plane, play the royal anthem and when they arrive at me and the corporal hands them the banner you play the march of the banner.''
His gaze shifted to the first plane as it prepared to land, he couldnt make out the coat of arms, but he had his ideas of who it was.