A Return to the Excalbian Isles (Semi-Open, See First Post)

[Excalbia]

Club Dans Lacis

Tariq smiled at the mention of Excalbia being cozy. He’d heard Excalbia called many things - pompous, self-righteous and dull among them - but never cozy. “I’m glad you’re both enjoying the night life,” he said, sliding closer to the girls. “Things have gotten much better here in the Citadel in recent years. I understand from my older cousin, Prince Peter, that things were quite dull around here when he was in university.”

The young noble sipped at his drink. “But if you would really like some fun," he looked from Elisabeth to Penelope and back, "you should let me take you to Landing - down on the southern coast - sometime. It’s quite a big bigger than the Citadel, actually, and a lot more… secular and liberal, shall we say,” he said smiling broadly.

“Yes, we are,” Tariq answered Penelope, turning to focus his attention on her, “cousins by adoption.” His smile slipped briefly, just for the smallest moment. “I was born in Pantocratoria, you see, of Turkish immigrant parents. They… died and Princess Christiana, the Emperor’s sister, adopted me.” His smile returned and brightened. “And I’ve lived here ever since as her son. The Emperor even granted me the title ‘Lord of Mezciems’ complete with an estate.”

He laughed lightly at the young lady’s next question and returned her toothy grin. “Well, my definition of good, Excalbian and student may vary from my cousins. I do take certain… liberties that he wouldn’t, like foregoing a few hours of sleep to get to know charming young ladies.” He noticed the crowd thinning out as the hour got later. “So, do you have classes in the morning or do we still have more time to get to know each other?”

[Xirnium]

The girls turned to look briefly at one other, each with a questioning expression.

‘Actually, I am pretty tired,’ Pénélope said, and upon voicing this concession she had to stifle a yawn. ‘And I do have classes tomorrow morning,’ she added, although she did not add that she was thinking of skipping them.

More importantly, though, Pénélope had intuited that her friend was hoping she would decide to retire for the evening. She gave Élisabeth a kind of ‘text me after’ glance with her eyes and her bow and Élisabeth expressed message received in a similar manner.

‘Be a good little Excalbian schoolgirl,’ Élisabeth told her friend, and then the girls giggled uncontrollably for several moments, possibly alarming nearby dancers.

‘Wow,’ said Pénélope after she was done, now scrupulously serious. ‘I am drunk. I'm going to call a cab.’ Her Ætherdyne bluePhone A7 glowed brightly in the subdued lighting of the nightclub.

‘Well I'm not a lightweight,’ Élisabeth said proudly. She started to yawn too, but disguised it with a long stretch. Her slim and arrogant body showed through in every provocative line and curve of her clinging dress. ‘I’m ready to go somewhere else. What liberal, secular amusements do you want to show me on the Landing?’

[Upper Virginia]

Headquarters of the Democratic Union of Workers, Farmers, Greens and Students, Harrington City

Uldis Marko, former professor and aging leader of the former Free Virginia Liberation Army - now known by the clunkier though politically more acceptable name Democratic Union of Workers, Farmers Greens and Students - stood smiling at the top of the steps leading to the former Harrington City Hall, which now served as his party’s headquarters. He had never liked podiums, so he stood behind a simple microphone, his left hand resting on a elegantly carved walking stick - a gift from former President Becka Harrison - and an array of Dominion, Harrington City and Democratic Union flags behind him. To his right stood his vice chairman, Brian Ulman, and to his left Harrington City Mayor Jonathan Stiles and fellow party Central Committee member Alise Bernier.

For the benefit of appearances, Marko wore a brown suit with a light green shirt and a red tie. Ulman, over his strenuous objections, wore khakis and a jacket rather than his usual cargo pants. As always, Stiles wore a conservative store-bought suit and Bernier wore modestly trendy red business suit.

Marko waved to the crowd as it reacted to his opening statement. He brushed a strand of gray hair out of his face and continued. “While we have come far, those of us who led the effort to liberate the nation from the mad dictator Altman have come to understand that we now live in a different era. An era with new challenges and new opportunities. It is only fitting, then, that a new generation assume leadership and help us achieve new goals and build a new and better Upper Virginia.

“And so,” Marko turned and gestured with his walking stick to a smartly dressed young woman at the bottom of the stairs, “the Central Committee has decided to name National Assembly Member Gwen Ubrecht as our leading candidate and our choice for Prime Minister after we prevail in the upcoming elections.”

Gwen climbed the stairs, the heels of her stylish shoes clicking on the stone steps. She stepped to the microphone amidst a smattering of gasps and applause. “My friends,” she began in a smooth, silky voice, “fellow party members, fellow citizens, honourable opponents.” She smoothed out her bright pink skirt and adjusted the matching jacket. “It is with great humility and no small measure of trepidation that I accept the Central Committee nomination.” She smiled at the crowd, pausing in particular wherever she found a camera. “I can assure you that I will work as hard for all of you as I have my own constituents these last two years and will seek to earn your respect, your trust and your votes.”

“Does this mean Chairman Marko is retiring from the Central Committee?” A journalist shouted from the crowd.

“No, not at all,” Gwen replied to the crowd. “Uldis has graciously agreed to remain as Chairman, even though he is not seeking reelection to his seat in the Assembly. Uldis is a great mentor and a wise leader. I look forward to receiving his advice and counsel.”

“What about Ulman, Bernier and the rest of the committee?” Another reporter asked, pushing her way to the front of the crowd.

“Vice Chairman Ulman will be running for the governorship of the Cross Rivers department and will be leaving the Central Committee. We’re all pulling for his victory. Alise will be our new Vice Chairman and,” Ubrecht smiled and laughed slightly, “I certainly hope that she’ll be one of my colleagues in the Assembly, although that’s really up to the voters.”

“What about your ties to former President Harrison? Isn’t that a conflict of interest as leader of the Democratic Union?” A writer for the former party press organ, now an independent left-leaning paper, asked sharply.

“As you know, President Harrison never carried a party affiliation. We all know that she was close to the National Renaissance Party, but she never joined.” Gwen smiled and gave a slight shrug. “And I should know.” There was a smattering of laughter in the crowd. “I was never a revolutionary, unlike our esteemed founders and leaders, but I always worked for change and for a better life for all Upper Virginians. That led me to support the underground as best I could during the Altman regime and to work for President Harrison after she deposed the despot and restored democracy. I said Uldis is a mentor, and he is. He has taught me a lot about politics, intellectual honesty and political philosophy. But so, too, is President Harrison. She taught about honesty, unity and the power of a motivated woman. I hope to bring both sets of lessons to our new government.”

[Excalbia]

Club Dans Lacis, Citadel Excablia

Tariq’s smile broadened as he watched Elisabeth. He ran a hand through his well-groomed yet unkempt looking hair. Since childhood he had had a face that adults considered “cute” and a smile that allowed him to get away with a host of offenses. Now, that same face and smile tended to make other men see him as a friendly, jolly person, while women tended to find it attractive and disarming.

“Well,” he began sliding even closer to the young woman, “I had been thinking of the three of us and my cousin James flying down to Landing for the weekend.” A pleasantly devious look glinted in his dark brown eyes. “But it is close to mid-term break and if you can afford to miss a day or two of classes, we could head down right now. I’m sure that I can get us reservations at the Crown Imperial Hotel in the centre of town. There is so much to see and do there. It’s right on Wilson Square - the theatre district, the restaurant district, the high-end shopping district and the after-hours clubs all converge on Wilson Square. And, as they say, what happens in Wilson Square stays in Wilson Square.”

[Excalbia]

Sweyn Castle, Citadel Excalbia

The Emperor sat at the desk in his private office dressed in a pale blue sweater over an open collared shirt and khakis. With no formal appointments on his calendar, David IV had decided to take advantage of the opportunity to forego his usual suit or naval uniform in favor of something a little more casual.

A light tap on the office door drew David’s attention from his computer and stack of official-looking blue leather folders. “Yes,” he said as he looked up towards the door.

“Your Imperial Majesty,” a young woman in a light green dress bowed as she opened the door. The Emperor’s Private Secretary, Meredith Pilsupe, had mastered the art of projecting her voice across the room while still sounding as if she were speaking in a whisper. “Her Imperial Highness Princess Christiana to see you.”

“Ah, yes,” the Emperor locked his computer and stood, “show her right in.”

The door nearly closed for a brief moment, then reopened to reveal the Emperor’s sister dressed in a off-white coat over a light pink knee-length dress, her blonde hair done up in curls clustered atop her head. The Emperor smiled and extended his hand to Princess Christiana as he approached.

“Christiana, come in, come in.” David gestured to two leather chairs beside a small ceramic tiled fireplace. “Sit.” He reached behind her and took her coat, laying it atop a chair in front of his desk. “Since when does my sister make appointments?” He paused for her to sit, then took his seat beside her. “I saw you on my calendar this morning and I’ve been wondering ever since what this is all about.”

“Well,” the Princess clasped her right hand as she spoke and looked down at the blue carpet that stretched over the tiled floor, “I wanted to make sure that I could have a few minutes with you in private.”

David frowned slightly. “You sound terribly serious, Christiana. Is something wrong?”

“No,” she shook her head as a small smile flashed across her face, “it’s actually quite wonderful… for me. But I admit that I don’t know how you’ll react, David.”

The Emperor leaned forward. “OK. Now you have me intrigued. What is going on, Christiana?”

The princess drew in a sharp breath and released it slowly as she spoke. “David,” she fumbled with her hands, “I have asked Janet to marry me,” the Emperor’s eyes grew large, “and she’s agreed. As soon as we find a convenient time and… location for the wedding, we intend to marry.” She let out the last of the breath that she had been holding and sharply banged her hands on her knees.

The Emperor sat back in his chair, gripping the armrests. He sat in silence for several minutes.

“David,” Christiana said turning finally to face her brother, “say something. Please.”

“This,” he began, “is a lot to process.” David stood and walked towards his desk. He looked out the window towards the courtyard below without really seeing it. He turned and walked back towards Christiana and rested an arm on the intricate mantel of the fireplace.

“So,” David began again, “any idea when or where?”

“Not yet. We thought of the Caldan Union, but one of the parties in any marriage has to be Caldan. There is Snefaldia, but politically we thought that might be an issue, but we’re still examining it…”

The Emperor rubbed the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “You understand that law… the Church…”

“I do,” Christiana said, sounding more confident than she felt.

“I see.” The Emperor turned his back and walked towards his desk. “I can’t change the law. Or Church teachings. Not even for my sister.”

“I understand,” she said, bowing her head.

“But,” the Emperor turned and walked over to his sister, taking her hands in his, “that doesn’t change the fact that I love you and that you are my sister. And once you marry Janet, wherever it happens, she will be my sister-in-law and a part of this family.”

Christiana smiled and stood, wrapping her arms around her brother.

“I don’t know how all of this will fall out politically,” David said as he returned his sister’s embrace, “but for the moment that’s less important than my sister’s happiness.”

[Xirnium]

Marriage Act 1768, No. 3, 1 Vorstôthe Bright Era MMMDXLIX
High Court of Parliament of the Eternal Republic

In force — Latest Version
In a new translation from the original Old High Närvärynese

...

Section 5 Marriageable age

A person is of marriageable age if the person has attained the age of 18 years.

Section 6 Grounds on which marriages are void

A marriage is void:

(1) where either of the parties to the marriage is, at the time of the marriage, lawfully married to another person;

(2) between a person and an ancestor, descendant or sibling of the person;

(3) where the consent of either of the parties to the marriage is not a real consent because:

(a) it was obtained by duress or fraud;

(b) that party is mistaken as to the identity of the other party or as to the nature of the ceremony performed; or

(c) that party is mentally incapable of understanding the nature and effect of the marriage ceremony;

(4) where either of the parties to the marriage is not of marriageable age; or

(5) where the marriage is solemnised otherwise than in accordance with the provisions of this Act;

and not otherwise.

Note 1: Where either of the parties to a marriage is not a citizen of the Eternal Republic or resident permanently in the Eternal Republic this is not a ground on which the marriage is void.

Note 2: A marriage which has not been performed with pagan rites is not void.

...

[Xirnium]

‘Is that really what the say, or did you just make that up?’ Élisabeth asked Tariq, giggling. She noticed that she had been twirling her hair and to stop reached for her drink, causing her bracelets of wood and lacquer to rattle.

‘You really want to leave right now? Is it not very far?’ she asked with a nervous toss of her hair, and then come darkly near (musky perfume; rattle of bracelet beads). ‘I’m up for it,’ Élisabeth assured him, bravely.

[Snefaldia]

Ministry of State, Citadel Excalbia

The Ministry of State was located in two adjacent buildings in the administrative center of Citadel Excalbia, just blocks away from the domed Senate building, the massive Imperial Palace and the imposing Ministry of Defence. The older of the two buildings, known as Old State, was an Art Nouveau confection with a facade full of figures, busts and intricate reliefs. It was here that foreign diplomats were received and were the state reception rooms and the Minister’s offices were maintained. Most diplomats, however, were ushered through the Old State lobby to numerous meeting rooms in the adjacent glass and steel New State building.

So it was that when Ambassador Šarrukitni arrived for his meeting, he was received at the main entrance to Old State, where uniformed guards saluted and a junior diplomat led him through the main hall with its towering figures of Commerce, Justice, Peace and Knowledge. They continue down a long two-story hallway with a display of flags representing the nations having diplomatic relations with the Holy Empire and, finally, into New State. A short elevator ride delivered them to the spacious office of Ambassador Shannon Hunt, the recently appointed Director of Snefaldian Affairs in the Ministry.

Ambassador Hunt was tall - by international standards, if not by Excalbian - and slender with shoulder-length brown hair. She wore a well-tailored pale red suit and square-framed, steel-rimmed glasses. “Ambassador Šarrukitni,” she said making a slight bow before extending her hand. “Please, have a seat.” She gestured to a sofa at one end of her office. She took a seat opposite the sofa in low armchair.

After an assistant delivered refreshments, Hunt leaned back and crossed her legs. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Your Excellency. I remember reports of your efforts during the Epheron Crisis. Snefaldia’s assistance was greatly appreciated at that time; your country has long been respected as bastion of order and stability.” She let out a small sigh. “Now, it seems that Snefaldia is back in the limelight under somewhat different circumstances.”

Šarrukitni was all smiles, greeting everyone in the office like an uncle who had been away for some time. He even thanked the assistant by name when the refreshments arrived, and his pleasant demeanor wasn't lost when Hunt brought up the latest diplomatic fracas with the Caldan Union.

"A very regrettable situation, to be sure. My government is most gratified to have been able to quickly and judiciously resolve the unfortunate misunderstanding that caused so much discomfort to the visiting Caldan journalists," he said with a smile, carefully smoothing a section of his brocade robes, "and of course it is the goal of Sargedain to continue to promote goodwill and understanding with all of our friends in the region. Of course, that is part of the reason I am here today. I want to provide the assurances of my government that we have taken steps to prevent similar occurrences in the future, and are providing the same to the Caldan government, and the Knootians. One must be cognizant of the fact, as we are, that internal political questions should not entangle the citizens of regional partners without very, very good cause."

He paused, briefly stroking his greying Van Dyke beard. "My ministry does want to be proactive, however, and keep the confidence of the region. We'd like to propose expanding our already limited cultural and educational exchanges, especially in the media sector, to provide Snefaldians with greater insight into and access to Excalbian culture and society. If your government was interested, we would also like to see diplomatic visits, though the level of the attendees would, of course, be a matter for discussion."

[Excalbia]

Ministry of State, Citadel Excalbia

Ambassador Hunt nodded and sipped at her coffee as Šarrukitni spoke. “We are relieved to hear that the situation with the Caldan journalists has been resolved. We sincerely hope that the freedom of the press, both foreign and domestic, will be respected in the future,” she said evenly, when the Snefaldian Ambassador paused.

She leaned forward slightly, laying her coffee aside on the table as Šarrukitni discussed cultural and diplomatic exchanges. “Both are very promising ideas,” Hunt said. “We would welcome a cultural exchange, particularly something involving journalists and media professionals. Of course, a two-way exchange would be the most beneficial. Excalbian journalists, I’m sure would welcome the opportunity to engage with their Snefaldian colleagues.”

Hunt gestured to an assistant sitting to her left, who proceeded to had her a piece of paper. Hunt examined the neatly typed document on Ministry letterhead, then handed it to Ambassador Šarrukitni. “And,” she began, “speaking of diplomatic visits, the Emperor, on the advice of the Chancellor and Minister of State, has named a new Ambassador to Sargedain: Sir Derek Kunle.”

“Sir Derek,” she continued, leaning back into her chair, “is a former Lord Admiral, Chief of Imperial Naval Operations, Chief of the General Staff and Minister of Defence. We hope that your government will find him a man they work with. It might be possible to dispatch him to his post in conjunction with a high-level visit. We are working, as you know, to restore old relationships. Perhaps, the Minister of State might be suitable visitor. We have also discussed the possibility of sending our current Chief of Imperial Naval Operations, Lord Admiral Ricards Turlais, as part of any delegation to discuss the prospect of an exchange of officers; in the past we’ve found that such exchanges have been… illuminating for both parties.”

[Excalbia]

‘Is that really what the say, or did you just make that up?’ Élisabeth asked Tariq, giggling. She noticed that she had been twirling her hair and to stop reached for her drink, causing her bracelets of wood and lacquer to rattle.

‘You really want to leave right now? Is it not very far?’ she asked with a nervous toss of her hair, and then come darkly near (musky perfume; rattle of bracelet beads). ‘I’m up for it,’ Élisabeth assured him, bravely.

Club Dans Lacis, Citadel Excalbia

Tariq leaned forward, resting his weight on his left elbow as he gazed into Elisabeth’s eyes. “Well,” he said with a pleasant laugh, “I’m sure someone said that. At least once.”

“We can leave now, if you want. Or we could get a fresh start later in the morning. It’s about two hours by plane to Landing.” Tariq noticed her perfume and inhaled deeply. “I favour the Imperial Suite at the Crown Imperial. It has its own private pool overlooking the city. And separate bedrooms, if you prefer. Enough for your friend Penelope and James to join us later, if they wish. The club district is where all the stars hang out. We could take in a show or two while we’re there. And the beach isn’t far, although the water might still be a little cold.”

He casually brushed his hand against Elisabeth’s. “So, what is your preference, Elisabeth?”

[Excalbia]

The Imperial Palace, Citadel Excalbia

Janet Latsone sat cross legged on the daybed in the corner of the master suite in Princess Christiana’s private apartment. She was wearing flannel pyjamas - despite the assurances of the meteorologists that it was Spring, the capital was still quite cold in the evenings - and her short, dark blonde hair was being held out of her face by a red hairband. She was intently looking at the screen of her laptop computer and did not hear the Princess approaching until the other woman was beside her.

“What are you working on?” Christiana asked. The Princess was dressed in a long robe overtop a nightgown and her blonde hair fell loosely about her shoulders.

“Oh,” Janet said, looking up from her computer, “I didn’t hear you…” She gave a half smile. “I was looking at marriage laws in various countries. Assuming, of course, that your proposal still stands.”

Christiana crossed her arms. “Earlier today I hauled my butt up to the Castle and told my brother, the by-the-grace-of-God Emperor of our Holy Empire, that I intend to marry a girl. If that didn’t deter me, nothing will, Janet Baiba Latsone!”

Janet’s smile broadened and she closed her laptop. “You didn’t tell me what the Emperor said…”

Christiana sat down beside Janet and put an arm around her shoulder. “He said that while he couldn’t change the law or Church dogma, he would gladly acknowledge you as his sister-in-law and welcome you into the family.”

“You have a pretty cool brother for an Emperor,” Janet said with a light laugh.

“I suppose I do, but he’s had plenty of time to get used to the idea of us being together. If we want to talk cool-factor, your mother has him beat; she accepted me right away.”

“Well,” Janet touched the side of Christiana’s face, “the realization that I wasn’t going to marry in my twenties or thirties and give her a bunch of grandkids was the big shock. Finding out about us was small potatoes by comparison.”

Christiana laughed. “So, what have you found on your computer?” She nodded towards the now closed laptop.

“Närväryn.”

“Xirnium?”

Janet nodded. “Civil marriage between samesex couples is legal and there are no citizenship or residence requirements. We can make an appointment with a magistrate for the ceremony. And I know how much you wanted a church wedding and, while it’s not quite the same, I found a Lutheran church in Närväryn that will perform a blessing for our union.” Janet shrrugged. “I know it’s not the big wedding in Excalbia Cathedral that you used to dream of…”

Christiana wrapped her arms around Janet. “It’s perfect! I love you!”

[The Resurgent Dream]

Department of Global Affairs, Tarana

“Excellent,” Sir Gareth said with a smile as the Minister and the Queen’s Private Secretary made the verbal invitation for the state visit. “His Imperial Majesty will be most pleased. I am sure that the Imperial Household Agency will shortly be in contact with Royal Household to plan the state events. And, of course,” the Ambassador continued with a slight nod towards the Minister, “our staffs will be contact to arrange any substantive matters. I understathat His Imperial Majesty might be interested in a venue for a major foreign policy address. To reframe our goals and interests, as it were.”

At the mention of Snefaldia Sir Gareth’s face fell into a more neutral expression. “Yes, Snefaldia.” He rested his hands on the arms of his chair. “We were shocked and disappointed when the elected government was overthrown. We also regret that basic freedoms seem to be rather limited.” The Ambassador paused to see if the Minister would correct him in any of his basic summary of recent history. “And, most recently, I understand that several Caldan journalists were detained and a Caldan diplomat subject to some rough handling.”

Clarke smiled. 'I don't think a venue will prove difficult to find. If His Imperial Majesty would be amenable, he'll likely be invited to address both Houses of Parliament in the Royal Gallery. Is there anything else in particular His Imperial Majesty would like to accomplish while here? Of course, there will be a State Dinner at the palace and we can arrange for him to tour major historic and cultural sights. In the past, we've traditionally arranged classical or opera performances for visiting foreign heads of state. However, in celebration of our recent constitutional reforms, we were wondering if His Imperial Majesty might want to hear a reiteration of the Welcome to Caldas Tour that played a large part in the Yes for Caldas Campaign.'

Sir Michael grimaced faintly at this suggestion. 'His Imperial Majesty might also take in a performance of the Anata Shakespeare Ensemble. I believe they'll be performing Much Ado About Nothing,' he added hurriedly, as if to cover up a bad scent.

'As for Snefaldia,' Clarke said, 'the situation has calmed somewhat. Our government is still dedicated to engaging with the Snefaldians. It is a major Western Atlantic country and not one we can simply ignore or ostracise. Still...still, it is troubling.'

[Excalbia]

Sweyn Castle, Citadel Excalbia

Being Emperor had changed the man who once served in the Imperial Navy under the name David Joseph Alsgood Davidsson in ways both great and small. He had, for instance, lost his last name and gained a numeral, becoming David IV, successor to his father, David III. He also rarely had reason to pace nervously, being the source of others’ nervous pacing be they politicians, aides or others simply awaiting an imperial audience. Today, however, it was David IV who found himself pacing in front of the great tile fireplace in one the Castle’s sitting rooms. Two overstuffed chairs sat beside the fireplace with a sofa and two additional chairs on the other side of the smallish room.

Following a brief tap, the door of the sitting room opened and the Emperor’s Private Secretary, Meredith Pilsupe entered and bowed deeply. “Your Imperial Majesty, His Grace, the Presiding Bishop of the Church of Excalbia.” The Emperor nodded and Pilsupe stood aside allowing the bishop to enter.

Presiding Bishop Donald Slesers was younger than the Emperor by a half decade, yet his hair was nearly completely white, with only a few dark brown streaks. The bishop wore a dark blue suit with a light blue shirt and Roman collar with a large cross around his neck and a blue zucchetto on his head. He bowed to the Emperor. “Your Imperial Majesty,” he said.

“Your Grace,” David said offering a slight bow. He gestured to the chairs beside the fireplace. “Please have a seat.”

The Presiding Bishop approached the chair but waited for the Emperor to take his own seat before sitting down himself.

The Emperor rubbed his hand together and looked down away from the bishop towards the freshly kindled fire in the large, elaborate fireplace. “We’ve known each other for quite a while now, haven’t we Bishop Slesers?”

“We have, Majesty,” the bishop said as he turned to follow the Emperor’s gaze to the fire.

“I need to discuss a personal matter, but also one of national importance, with you confidentially.”

“As always, Majesty, you have my assurance that our discussions will be kept in the strictest of confidence, until or unless you give me leave to discuss them with my fellow bishops.”

The Emperor nodded. “Good.” He turned to face the bishop and drew in a breath. “I suppose that you are aware of the rumours that my sister is a lesbian?”

The bishop nodded. It would be hard to live in the capital and not have encountered such rumours. Of course there was also the fact that she always traveled with her chief of staff, Ms. Latsone, even on holidays at the Summer Palace or the Imperial family’s ski chalet. However, the bishop did not mention those facts.

“Well,” the Emperor paused, “they are true.”

The bishop nodded again. Of course, like most residents of the capital he had believed the rumours to be true. It had never affected how he treated the Princess; afterall, it was not the Church’s policy to probe the private lives of its members and make public examples of their violations of church teachings. “I see,” he said, sounding neutral.

“And,” the Emperor continued, “she has informed me of her intention to marry her partner, Janet Latsone, in another country and to return to Excalbia as… spouses.”

The bishop steepled his fingers in front of his chest. He was beginning to understand the Emperor’s dilemma and the reason for his summons. “Of course,” Slesers began, “Church teachings and the civil law are clear…”

“Indeed,” the Emperor said faintly. “However,” his voice grew stronger, “isn’t there also a need to show love and compassion? To welcome everyone into the embrace of the Church?”

The bishop spread his hands. “You’re right, of course, Jesus invites everyone to the cross, regardless of who they are or what they have done. And, beyond that, He has enjoined us, His followers, not to impede anyone who seeks Him. We have tried to honour that by keeping an open door…”

“And yet,” the Emperor interrupted, “doesn’t our position on same sex marriage constitute a closed door to some?”

The bishop shifted in his seat. “I would not be telling the truth if I didn’t admit that I and some of my fellow bishops have wrestled with this same question. On one hand, we do not want to turn away anyone seeking Christ - and we have endeavoured to be welcoming to everyone without regard to their sexual orientation. However, nearly two thousand years of orthodox teachings tell us that marriage ought to be between one man and one woman…”

“Yes,” the Emperor said, briefly biting his lip, “however, isn’t there some scholarship suggesting that the traditional interpretations are… mistaken?”

“There are,” the bishop said nodding, “some scholars who say that New Testament passages traditionally understood to condemn homosexuality are referring to specific ancient practices, such as pederasty and ritual temple prostitution, rather than what we understand today to be homosexuality.” The bishop shrugged slightly. “However, these views are not accepted as definitive.” He reflexively held up a hand. “That said, I - and most of my fellow bishops - do concede the possibility and that is, in part, why we’ve taken the decision to quietly move away from condemnation of homosexuality and are accepting of people coming to us regardless of their orientation. More than novel interpretations of the ancient Greek, we have come to feel, as you suggested earlier, that Jesus’ commands to love others and not impede those seeking Him compel us to do so.”

“Nonetheless,” the bishop continued, “marriage is another matter. The New Testament offers no viable model of marriage apart from man and woman. And one of each, based on the epistles and the teachings of the Apostles.”

He noticed the Emperor’s grave expression and leaned forward. “Now, with all due respect, Majesty, are you asking me to recommend a change in Church teachings on marriage or are you asking me what you should do about your sister’s marriage?”

“A little of both, I suppose,” the Emperor said.

“Well, unfortunately, I have little of comfort to offer on changing Church teachings. Even if I were persuaded, I doubt the whole Synod would be so persuaded. Not to mention the rank and file members.”

“However,” the bishop gave a slight smile, “as a brother, I would urge you to accept your sister’s choices and continue loving her.” The Emperor smiled ever so slightly. “Somehow, I suspect you’ve already come to that conclusion on your own.”

“Indeed I have, Your Grace.”

“So,” the bishop said cautiously, “are you asking how the Church would react to a change in the law?”

“No,” the Emperor sighed, “I am afraid that the Imperial Senate is in no more of a mood to change the law than the Synod is to change canon law. However,” the Emperor leaned towards the bishop, “I am considering a decree that, just as the Imperial Government recognizes traditional male-female marriages performed in other countries, provided that they meet our standards for consent of both parties and the dissolution of prior marriages, so too shall we recognize same sex marriages performed in other countries…”

The bishop shrugged. “Pardon me for saying so, You Imperial Majesty, but isn’t that a bit of half-measure? Recognizing same sex marriages but not allowing them to be performed in the Empire?”

The Emperor laughed unpleasantly. “Isn’t that what we do in Excalbia, Your Grace? Take half-measures designed to offend the fewest but clearly please no one?” He shook his head. “I apologize, Your Grace, that was uncalled for and untrue. However, would the Church endorse allowing same sex civil marriages in Excalbia?”

“Endorse?” The bishop sat back. “I…”

“Of course not,” the Emperor said evenly. “But will the Church tolerate a decree such as the one I outlined?”

Slesers spread his hands. “I can’t speak for all of my fellow bishops, but I don’t foresee the Synod raising strong objections… Some individual bishops, of course, will speak out.”

“Will you?”

“Against the decree, Majesty? No…”

“Good,” the Emperor said with a sigh. “That’s good enough for now.”

[Excalbia]

Clarke smiled. 'I don't think a venue will prove difficult to find. If His Imperial Majesty would be amenable, he'll likely be invited to address both Houses of Parliament in the Royal Gallery. Is there anything else in particular His Imperial Majesty would like to accomplish while here? Of course, there will be a State Dinner at the palace and we can arrange for him to tour major historic and cultural sights. In the past, we've traditionally arranged classical or opera performances for visiting foreign heads of state. However, in celebration of our recent constitutional reforms, we were wondering if His Imperial Majesty might want to hear a reiteration of the Welcome to Caldas Tour that played a large part in the Yes for Caldas Campaign.'

Sir Michael grimaced faintly at this suggestion. 'His Imperial Majesty might also take in a performance of the Anata Shakespeare Ensemble. I believe they'll be performing Much Ado About Nothing,' he added hurriedly, as if to cover up a bad scent.

'As for Snefaldia,' Clarke said, 'the situation has calmed somewhat. Our government is still dedicated to engaging with the Snefaldians. It is a major Western Atlantic country and not one we can simply ignore or ostracise. Still...still, it is troubling.'

Department of Global Affairs, Tarana

Sir Gareth smiled at the Minister’s mention of an address to parliament. “Ah, I believe that an address to the Houses of Parliament would be the perfect setting and opportunity for the Emperor’s address. As to His Imperial Majesty’s goals, I believe that first and foremost is to reinvigorate our alliance and to reassure the nations of the Western Atlantic that despite our recent… lull in activity, we remain committed to our friends in the region. As for the cultural components, I am sure that His Imperial Majesty would be happy with whatever events you deem most appropriate and interesting.”

“Coming back to Snefaldia,” the Ambassador continued, “we are certainly pleased that the situation has calmed. We, too, are attempting to engage constructively with the current government. I understand that the Citadel is considering sending a high-level delegation to Sargedain including some of our senior military personnel, in hopes that the current government might be more open to their military colleagues.”

[Xirnium]

Upon extracting his confession, Élisabeth playfully pushed Tariq, but he was too solid for the sleek, slender college girl to budge, and the harder she pushed the more she shifted about in her chair, causing her already short and close-fitting dress to rise higher and higher along her agile giggling legs.

‘You jerk,’ she said, a little flushed, grinning in the cutest and tritest fashion imaginable. Her high was evident in the brightness of her eyes. ‘Will we even be able to board a flight this late?’ Élisabeth wondered aloud, hoping to continue the night but faced with logical objections. ‘Do you keep a private jet somewhere fuelled and ready for take-off?’

‘Let’s go,’ she said, taking his arm.

[The Resurgent Dream]

'That should all be very well then,' Clarke said with a broader smile. 'I don't think they'll be any difficulties with the visit. We can have the formalities taken care of in the next week or so.' He glanced to Sir Michael who nodded. Then Clarke continued. 'Do you think military officers will better be able to relate to the Snefaldians? They are under a military government now but also sensitive to their status and the international view of the regime. Is there a chance they might feel challenged or patronised if military personnel replaced traditional diplomatic channels?'

[Excalbia]

'That should all be very well then,' Clarke said with a broader smile. 'I don't think they'll be any difficulties with the visit. We can have the formalities taken care of in the next week or so.' He glanced to Sir Michael who nodded. Then Clarke continued. 'Do you think military officers will better be able to relate to the Snefaldians? They are under a military government now but also sensitive to their status and the international view of the regime. Is there a chance they might feel challenged or patronised if military personnel replaced traditional diplomatic channels?'

Department of Global Affairs, Tarana

Sir Gareth stroked his chin as he listened to the Minister. “That is a concern, Your Excellency; however, I believe that the Citadel intends to send a senior Cabinet official, perhaps Lady Christina herself, to head the delegation. The justification, if you will, for including the Chief of the General Staff is to establish an officer exchange programme and some other military-to-military exchanges.” The Ambassador smiled. “You may recall, Your Excellency, that it was an officer exchange that helped establish the alliance between our nations. We have found that such exchanges to quite beneficial in building trust between nations and promoting shared values. We hope such will be the case with Snefaldia.”

[Excalbia]

Upon extracting his confession, Élisabeth playfully pushed Tariq, but he was too solid for the sleek, slender college girl to budge, and the harder she pushed the more she shifted about in her chair, causing her already short and close-fitting dress to rise higher and higher along her agile giggling legs.

‘You jerk,’ she said, a little flushed, grinning in the cutest and tritest fashion imaginable. Her high was evident in the brightness of her eyes. ‘Will we even be able to board a flight this late?’ Élisabeth wondered aloud, hoping to continue the night but faced with logical objections. ‘Do you keep a private jet somewhere fuelled and ready for take-off?’

‘Let’s go,’ she said, taking his arm.

Club Dans Lacis, Citadel Excalbia

Tariq playfully grimaced as Elisabeth tried unsuccessfully to push him. “I yield, I yield,” he said smiling, his eyes taking in the sight of the young woman’s rising dress.

“No, no private jet,” he confessed in response to Elisabeth’s question. He took his phone out of the pocket of his tight, black jeans and played with it for a few moments. “But we do have first class tickets on the early flight to Landing.” He grinned and slipped the phone back into his pocket. “We should get to the airport just in time.”

He stood and offered his arm to the young baroness. “Yes, let’s go. Our ride should be waiting for us outside.”

Tariq escorted Elisabeth out the door to a waiting car, which he had summoned on his phone. He opened the door for the young woman and helped her into the backseat before climbing after her.

The drive to the airport was quicker than usual - traffic at such an early hour was still light, composed mostly of delivery trucks starting their early morning runs and a few other cars headed towards the airport for early flights.

The car dropped the two young nobles at the entrance to the departures hall. Tariq exited the car and offered Elisabeth his arm. He escorted her through the airport to the security check-point. A wave of the boarding passes on his phone and a flash of his Imperial ID card got them whisked to the front of the line and through security with little delay. Soon, the pair found themselves at the gate for Excalbian Airlines flight 56 and, with another flash of the electronic boarding passes, on the plane in twin leather seats just behind the cockpit.

“May I offer you something to drink?” the stewardess asked as she approached the couple.

“Care for a little champagne, Elisabeth?” Tariq asked with a smile.

[Snefaldia]

Ministry of State, Citadel Excalbia

Ambassador Hunt nodded and sipped at her coffee as Šarrukitni spoke. “We are relieved to hear that the situation with the Caldan journalists has been resolved. We sincerely hope that the freedom of the press, both foreign and domestic, will be respected in the future,” she said evenly, when the Snefaldian Ambassador paused.

She leaned forward slightly, laying her coffee aside on the table as Šarrukitni discussed cultural and diplomatic exchanges. “Both are very promising ideas,” Hunt said. “We would welcome a cultural exchange, particularly something involving journalists and media professionals. Of course, a two-way exchange would be the most beneficial. Excalbian journalists, I’m sure would welcome the opportunity to engage with their Snefaldian colleagues.”

Hunt gestured to an assistant sitting to her left, who proceeded to had her a piece of paper. Hunt examined the neatly typed document on Ministry letterhead, then handed it to Ambassador Šarrukitni. “And,” she began, “speaking of diplomatic visits, the Emperor, on the advice of the Chancellor and Minister of State, has named a new Ambassador to Sargedain: Sir Derek Kunle.”

“Sir Derek,” she continued, leaning back into her chair, “is a former Lord Admiral, Chief of Imperial Naval Operations, Chief of the General Staff and Minister of Defence. We hope that your government will find him a man they work with. It might be possible to dispatch him to his post in conjunction with a high-level visit. We are working, as you know, to restore old relationships. Perhaps, the Minister of State might be suitable visitor. We have also discussed the possibility of sending our current Chief of Imperial Naval Operations, Lord Admiral Ricards Turlais, as part of any delegation to discuss the prospect of an exchange of officers; in the past we’ve found that such exchanges have been… illuminating for both parties.”

The Snefaldian graciously received the paper, with both hands, and passed it to his own assistant without a further glance. "I am certain that my government will look forward to the reception of his credentials in Sargedain. I am also quite sure that mutual exchanges from the media sectors are completely acceptable, and in fact desirable, from our perspective. I will, of course, communicate with my government to begin the process of drafting a memorandum of understanding on the topic."

"I should also say that," he continued, hesitantly, and with the barest hint of concealed excitement," the visit of the Lord Admiral Turlais would be very welcome, although of course I cannot comment on any proposed officer exchange, though I imagine the proposition would be well-received and considered thoroughly by the Supreme Council. It would certainly mark a new era of growth in the Excalbia-Snefaldian relationship, and for stability and peace in the region, if our nations were to deepen our cooperation and build lasting relationships."

He paused briefly, his eyes searching the ceiling, and he then returned to Hunt's eyes. "We continue to be concerned with the threat of instability in the former Westbund, the activities of the Daytan regime, and the ideological threat posed by the Fiefdom. Snefaldia is a bulwark against the spread of communist and anarchist ideologies to the rest of the region; indeed, we share a border with two of the most consequential socialist powers in the entire Western Atlantic. The importance of Excalbia in ensuring the continuation of peaceful, democratic government in the region cannot be understated."

[Xirnium]

‘Are you insane?!’

The question glowed accusingly on Élisabeth’s Ætherdyne bluePhone A7. She had just texted Pénélope to let her know she was going with Tariq to Landing. She did not want her girlfriend reporting her missing to campus security, the Bright Republic’s embassy and the Newly-Modelled Navy before ten o’clock that the morning. Pénélope’s reaction had been predictable.

‘What?’ Élisabeth texted back. She brushed aside the strands of brown hair which were caught on her cheek and on her lip.

‘What if he murders you? Or rapes you? We hardly know anything about him, after all.’

Élisabeth stifled a yawn, and rolled her eyes. ‘He’s not going to murder me. He’s the prince’s cousin.’ Pénélope was the kind of girl who thought she was going to get murdered every time she went on a date. Besides, she had looked him up on the internet while they drove to the airport. ‘But if something does happen, I want you to show this to the police as evidence. I did not consent.’

‘That’s not funny, Élisabeth!’

She locked her phone and stuffed it into her purse, with her brush, wallet, credit cards, makeup, then shifted, leaned forward and slid it back under her airline seat. Her very palely freckled and vacation-browned breasts went white farther within the bodice of her dress; her hair showed it had gone dark-honey colour in the cabin light.

‘Huh?’ This time Élisabeth yawned in full with a shiver of all her frame. ‘Yes, please,’ she replied, nodding vigorously. ‘Champagne would be nice.’ She flashed one of her exquisite smiles for Tariq and the stewardess.

[Excalbia]

The Snefaldian graciously received the paper, with both hands, and passed it to his own assistant without a further glance. "I am certain that my government will look forward to the reception of his credentials in Sargedain. I am also quite sure that mutual exchanges from the media sectors are completely acceptable, and in fact desirable, from our perspective. I will, of course, communicate with my government to begin the process of drafting a memorandum of understanding on the topic."

"I should also say that," he continued, hesitantly, and with the barest hint of concealed excitement," the visit of the Lord Admiral Turlais would be very welcome, although of course I cannot comment on any proposed officer exchange, though I imagine the proposition would be well-received and considered thoroughly by the Supreme Council. It would certainly mark a new era of growth in the Excalbia-Snefaldian relationship, and for stability and peace in the region, if our nations were to deepen our cooperation and build lasting relationships."

He paused briefly, his eyes searching the ceiling, and he then returned to Hunt's eyes. "We continue to be concerned with the threat of instability in the former Westbund, the activities of the Daytan regime, and the ideological threat posed by the Fiefdom. Snefaldia is a bulwark against the spread of communist and anarchist ideologies to the rest of the region; indeed, we share a border with two of the most consequential socialist powers in the entire Western Atlantic. The importance of Excalbia in ensuring the continuation of peaceful, democratic government in the region cannot be understated."

Ministry of State, Citadel Excalbia

Ambassador Hunt nodded as Ambassador Šarrukitni spoke. “We, too, continued to be concerned about the instability of the Westbund. We frankly continue to consider Dietrich to be an usurper in Ostmark and we share your concerns about Daytanistan’s ambitions in the region.” She shrugged slightly. “While we are less concerned about Anahuac - we find the People’s Fiefdom amenable to traditional diplomacy in a way Daytanistan is not - we do appreciate Snefaldia’s importance as bulwark in dangerous neighborhood and we look forward to working with you to secure a peaceful and prosperous Western Atlantic.”

[Excalbia]

‘Are you insane?!’

The question glowed accusingly on Élisabeth’s Ætherdyne bluePhone A7. She had just texted Pénélope to let her know she was going with Tariq to Landing. She did not want her girlfriend reporting her missing to campus security, the Bright Republic’s embassy and the Newly-Modelled Navy before ten o’clock that the morning. Pénélope’s reaction had been predictable.

‘What?’ Élisabeth texted back. She brushed aside the strands of brown hair which were caught on her cheek and on her lip.

‘What if he murders you? Or rapes you? We hardly know anything about him, after all.’

Élisabeth stifled a yawn, and rolled her eyes. ‘He’s not going to murder me. He’s the prince’s cousin.’ Pénélope was the kind of girl who thought she was going to get murdered every time she went on a date. Besides, she had looked him up on the internet while they drove to the airport. ‘But if something does happen, I want you to show this to the police as evidence. I did not consent.’

‘That’s not funny, Élisabeth!’

She locked her phone and stuffed it into her purse, with her brush, wallet, credit cards, makeup, then shifted, leaned forward and slid it back under her airline seat. Her very palely freckled and vacation-browned breasts went white farther within the bodice of her dress; her hair showed it had gone dark-honey colour in the cabin light.

‘Huh?’ This time Élisabeth yawned in full with a shiver of all her frame. ‘Yes, please,’ she replied, nodding vigorously. ‘Champagne would be nice.’ She flashed one of her exquisite smiles for Tariq and the stewardess.

Aboard Excalbia Airlines Flight 56

“Two champagnes, please,” Tariq said to the stewardess with a smile.

Tariq had placed his hat in the overhead bin, along with his scarf and jacket, so his mop of stylishly unkempt black hair was fully visible. His shirt was a little more wrinkled than he would have liked but his eyes were still bright thanks to a power nap he had taken before starting the evening. And his smile was still charming and disarming.

“Are you tired, Elisabeth? Would you like to sleep a bit until we get to Landing?”

As he spoke, the stewardess returned with the two glasses of champagne. “Your champagne, my Lord,” the slightly older woman said with a pleasant smile.

Tariq took both glasses and handed one to Elisabeth. “Thank you,” he said to the stewardess.

Then, raising his glass he said, “To getting to know you, Elisabeth. The most beautiful and intriguing woman I’ve met!”

The College Coffee Shop, Citadel Excalbia

“Well,” Jennifer said as she finished her coffee, “I should head for class.” She stood and tugged at her bulky brown sweater. “Any word from Tariq?”

“No,” James began picking up his phone and glancing at it idly. “Hold up,” he said, as he stood and grabbed his hoodie from the back of the chair, “TQ just wrote…” The young prince shook his head. “I don’t believe it…”

“What?” Jennifer asked, slinging her backpack over a shoulder.

“He’s on his way to Landing with one of those Xirniumite girls.”

“What? Is he nuts?” Jennifer said shaking her head. “He doesn’t know anything about her...What’s he thinking?”

“Oh,”James began pulling on his hoodie,”he’s not thinking. He’s feeling. TQ’s always gone with emotions first. Whatever he feels, when he feels it, he feels it 100 percent.” James shook his head again. “He’s invited me to come down and join them this weekend…”

“Are you?” Jennifer asked.

“Probably. Who knows what he’s likely to do if I don’t.” The prince looked over at his cousin. “It’s the beginning of break. Want to come with me?”

Jennifer frowned. “I’m sure he’s inviting his new girlfriend’s Xirniumite friend to make it a foursome. The last thing you need is a fifth wheel.”

“No,” James laughed, “the last thing I need is to be set up by TQ again. If you come it’s a group hangout, not two couples.” Jennifer shrugged. “Think about it.”

“We’ll see,” she said as she headed out the door.

[Excalbia]

Crown Imperial Hotel, Landing, Excalbia

Both Tariq and Élisabeth fell asleep on the flight from the capital to the City of Landing. After arrival - and being awoken by the stewardess, Tariq led Élisabeth through the Landing International Airport to the arrivals areas where a driver from the Crown Imperial Hotel was waiting for them with Tariq’s name neatly printed on a sign board. After falling asleep again in the hotel’s silver limousine, the two young nobles awoke 25 minutes later in front of the hotel.

The Crown Imperial Hotel was one of the oldest and most renowned hotels in Landing. It had once hosted titans of industry and visiting Highland nobles, but had fallen on hard times in the 70s when the adjacent Wilson Square turned tawdry. In the late 90s, Wilson Square reemerged as a center for sophisticated entertainment, and high-end shopping and dining. As the surrounding district returned to its former upscale glory, the Crown Imperial was renovated as a modern, ultra luxury destination hotel for the glamorous, hip and wealthy. A twisting glass skyscraper rose from the hotel’s original brick and mortar facade. Inside, the original mahogany and marble reception desk had been converted into a bar. The reception clerks, now all known as guest service counselors, met arriving guests at the door, tablets in hand.

As Tariq and Élisabeth entered the grand, brightly lit lobby, a young woman in red suit jacket, black mini-skirt and heels approached them. “My Lord,” she said to Tariq with a slight bow, “welcome back to the Crown Imperial. The Imperial Suite is ready for you.” She held the tablet out to Tariq. “I just need your fingerprint to key to the door.”

“Of course,” Tariq said, placing his right index finger on the surface of the tablet.

The young woman took the tablet and smiled. “Do you have any luggage?”

“No,” Tariq gave a tiny laugh, “we’ll be buying what we need later.”

The lady smiled and gestured towards the elevators. “If there’s anything we can provide for you, just give us a call and we’ll send it right up.”

“Thank you,” Tariq said, offering Élisabeth his arm and guiding her towards the elevator.

With a press of his right index finger on the elevator’s sensor, it rose to the 36th floor where it opened into a private lobby with three doors, all unmarked. Another press of Tariq’s index finger against a sensor built into the center door, and it opened into a spacious two-story open living space. To the right was a full kitchen with granite waterfall counters. In the center was a sunken dining room and a baby grand piano with a small sitting area. To the left was a large sitting area focused around a large, modern fireplace and an equally large TV mounted above the fireplace. Stairs rose up on either side, framing a glass wall and the balcony beyond, and climbing to the second story.

Tariq smiled and gestured towards the right. “Your room is down there, Élisabeth. Mine is to the left. There’re two more upstairs, in case James and Pénélope can join us later.” He took Élisabeth’s hand and headed for the glass wall, sliding it apart, and leading her onto the balcony. He turned to her and smiled. “This is what really makes this special!”

The patio looked over the city, an infinity pool with hot tub stood to one side and seemed to spill over to the streets far below. A large outdoor seating area to the other side offered views of the city and the bay beyond.

“Isn’t it wonderful?”

[Snefaldia]

Ministry of Foreign Affairs

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Office of the First Minister of Foreign Affairs
9 Ministry Circle- Sargedain
Dayan 1256, Snefaldia
http://www.nabatng.sne.gov

From: Severín vèl Ortóvenë, First Minister of Foreign Affairs, States-Federation of Snefaldia
To: Lady Christina Freedman, Minister of State, Holy Empire of Excalbia
Subject: Proposed High-Level Visits

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Your Excellency,

On behalf of the Snefaldian government allow me to express my pleasure at the appoint of Sir Derek Kunle as Excalbian Ambassador to Snefaldia. Although his predecessor was much admired, we look forward to working with Sir Derek and await the presentation of his credentials.

I am also pleased to inform you of the recent decision of the Snefaldian Supreme Council to pursue further discussions with your government regarding the visit proposed by Ambassador Hunt, which she indicated might be composed of yourself as Minister of State, Lord Admiral Richard Turlais, and other individuals not yet named. Ambassador Hunt directly mentioned the concept of an officer exchange between Snefaldia and Excalbia; while the Supreme Council has not yet taken up formal discussion of this topic, the prospect is not unwanted, and we would propose that any such programme be discussed during the aforementioned visit. It is also our intention, should it be amenable, to begin preparatory discussions for future trade and cultural agreements between our two powers at the time of said visit, owing of course to the acquiescence of your government and time permitting.

You may find enclosed a draft calendar, proposed dates, and a statement of principle for the topics my government hopes will be discussed for the aforementioned visit. It is my fervent hope that with this trip we will begin a new period in the relationship between the States-Federation and the Holy Empire, deepening the connections between our nations on a win-win basis, and initiating a new era of great-power relations in the Western Atlantic.


I remain,
Yours, Most sincerely,

Severín vèl Ortóvenë
First Minister of Foreign Affairs, Supreme Council of Snefaldia

[Excalbia]

Ministry of State
Holy Empire of Excalbia
Citadel Excalbia

Your Excellency,

I am pleased to accept you proposed dates for my visit to the States-Federation. I can confirm that I will be traveling with Lord Admiral Ricards Turlanis, Chief of the Imperial General Staff and Chief of Imperial Naval Operations, Michele Hilton, the Director-General for Public and Educational Affairs, and Alexandra Baker, the Minister of Commerce and Trade.

I am equally pleased to receive your agrément for the appointment of Sir Derek Kunle as His Imperial Majesty’s ambassador to the States-Federation. Sir Derek’s appointment has been confirmed by the Imperial Senate and he should arrive shortly to assume his post.

Sincerely,
Lady Christina Freedman
Minister of State

His Excellency
Severín vèl Ortóvenë
First Minister of Foreign Affairs
Supreme Council of Snefaldia
States-Federation of Snefaldia