The Thorntons 2.1: The Saga Continues [AMW Only]

[Chrinthanium]

The relentless sunshine spilled across the sleeping faces disturbing them from their sleep. From under the purple satin sheet peaked messy blond hair and a single blue eye reluctantly prying itself open while its twin remained unwilling to budge. A bare arm appeared from the left side of the partially awakened Nathaniel as he started pulling the sheet from his bare torso, attempting not to distrub his also awakening love. Another day began for the emperor of the Imperial Federation of Chrinthanium. The twenty-two year old Imperator Chrinthani pried his other eye open as he started wiping the sleep from his face.

"Make the sun go away for another hour, Nate," murmured a groggy Chad as he removed the pillow from behind his head and placed it over his face in an attempt to blot out the probing rays.

"If I could, I would, Chad," replied a similarly groggy Nathaniel as he sat up in bed. "Unfortunately, I can't. Trust me, there's nothing more that I want than to just sleep in today, tomorrow and the rest of the month."

The Imperial couple hadn't spent much time together lately. The Imperial Gridiron Football league, of which Chad was the starting Quarterback of the Sydney Eagles, had just entered the playoffs and Sydney was poised to make a run at the Chrinthani Bowl, and the Rupert Murdoch Trophy. Between the emperors grueling schedule, and Chad's away games and practice times, the two rarely caught a glimpse of each other outside of a few days when Chad was in Sydney a week.

"When the season is over, we need to get out of Sydney for a week," spoke Chad whose words were muffled by the pillow.

"I'll see what I can do," replied Nathaniel as he removed himself from the bed and walked to the bathroom, "You know how Thomas is about my schedule. He's probably scheduled my life through 2015 by now."

Chad removed the pillow from his face and sat up in bed, "Y'know, Nate, about your schedule. You think that, oh I don't know, at some point during the season you could actually attend a game? I mean, I'm not picking a fight here, but honestly, you don't have four hours once a year?"

Nathaniel peaked his head out from the bathroom door as he spoke, "You know, Chad, sometimes I think you forget that, unlike other people, I'm not actually able to just take a few hours off from work. It's kind of a twenty-four hours a day, three hundred sixty-five days a year job."

Chad shot a nasty look in reply unmistakably to coax Nathaniel into a debate. Nathaniel, however, quickly avoided such an invitation by returning to his morning routine. Chad, meanwhile, stood up out of bed and grabbed his robe. After putting on the robe, he walked over to the open bathroom door as Nathaniel began turning on the shower.

"Nate, babe, I'm.......I don't know, a little frustrated right now. I'm not trying to pick a fight, but sometimes I wish you would give my a little more consideration. We hardly see each other right now and, when we do, it's usually a quick dinner, then we go to sleep. I mean, we haven't even made love in a month."

From inside the shower Nate responded, "Well, here lately I've been even busier than before--if that was even possible--and I'm really wanting to spend time with you, but you do realize that sometimes I have to deal with running the empire as well. Twenty-six million people depend on me and the decisions I make. That can leave you a little lacking in the free time department."

Chad smiled slightly as he could hear some frustration coming from Nate's tone of voice. He walked over to the shower door and then spoke, "Well, then, be more creative with what time you have, mate."

Nathaniel continued to cleanse himself as Chad slipped his robe off, followed by his boxer briefs. He then openeed the shower door and quickly snapped it shut behind him. He walked right up next to Nathaniel and grabbed the shower scrub from his hand and began washing NAthaniel's back, "This is what I mean by more creative. We used to have this kind of relationship. Then we got married. Now it's like whatever, whenever." He grabbed Nathaniel by the shoulders and turned him around so they were facing each other. Nathaniel gave a playful smile as he noticed Chad leaning in for a kiss. Nathaniel took his hand and held Chad at arms-reach.

"Hey, now, stop. You know I have a meeting in twenty minutes, right?" replied Nathaniel. Unfortunately for him, Chad didn't even care about those words as he removed Nathaniel's hand from his chest, then leaned in and kissing him very passionately. "Well, if I'm a few minutes late, who cares, right? It's not like they can start without me."

From the bathroom door, which was still opened, came a knock and the sound of a man clearing his throat. Thomas Lloyd stood at the door averting his gaze as the Imperial couple kissed.

Chad's playful look turned to annoyance as he noticed Thomas, "You know, Nate, we really need to make sure the bedroom door is locked. They'll let anyone in here these days." Chad then turned his gaze to Thomas, "Good morning, Thomas. As you can see, we're a little preoccupied. Could you please give myself and His Imperial Majesty just a few minutes together? Would it kill you? Or do I have to make an appointment six months in advance like veryone else?"

Nathaniel chuckled slightly as the look upon Thomas' face turned from embarrassed to worried, "Your Highness, I do apologize for my impertinance. Your Imperial Majesty, my apologies. I will return la...."

Nathaniel interrupted, "Thomas, my man, you did catch us at a bad time. But, since you're already here, what do you want?"

"Well, Your Imperial Majesty, it's just that the car is here waiting to take you to the meeting. You know, the IAA and the Pilots haven't reached an agreement yet and the IAA was hoping you could help avert a massive airline strike."

Chad shook his head angrily in disbelief as Nathaniel entertained conversation with Thomas at this particular moment, "You know, why don't you just go to your fucking meeting. Maybe I will be here when you return, maybe I'll be at the stadium working out for this weeks game against Perth." Chad them ripped the shower door open, grabbed his clothes, and stormed out of the bathroom.

"I'm so very sorry, Imperial Majesty."

"Thomas, it's alright. His Highness is in a mood today. Let me dry off then I'll be ready for you."

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Chad arrived at Imperial Stadium in a huff. To anyone around him it would've been quite apparent that somehow there was trouble in paradise, but particularly it was noticable to Alex Davis, the star wide receiver of the Sydney Eagles and also Chad's closest friend. Chad simply slammed his bad on the bench in the locker room as he angrily rifiled through his locker speaking under his breath so he couldn't be heard by others. The other teammates nearby quickly realized they had somewhere else to be. While Chad was often a nice guy with a jovial attitude, on days when him and Nathaniel had a disagreement, he could be quite an angry man.

"Mate, everything alright?" asked Alex as he walked over to Chad.

Chad attempted to ignore the univited friend by unzipping his back and removing his personal digital music player and a few other personal items brought from the palace, but he realized that he needed to talk to someone, "I'll be..... fine."

"Nah, don't sound like it. You and him had a tiff this morning?"

"Yeah, Alex. I mean, we were in the shower...together. Then his personal bitch walked in and that ended that before it even started. It's like he doesn't even care I have needs."

"Look, Chad, just because you two don't spend a lot of time together doesn't mean he doesn't care, right? I mean, he is, after all, the Emperor. It's not like he's a commoner like myself. He's always busy. I mean, I read it in the paper all the time."

Chad turned quickly towards Alex, "And that's the problem. He wasn't like this when we met. It was like he couldn't stay away for more than two minutes. Now, a week, a month, he wouldn't even care." Chad sat down on the bench in front of the locker. Alex sat down next to him.

"C'mon, mate. Don't let it get ya. I hate seein ya like this."

Chad just rolled his eyes, "Y'know, it's not even that he doesn't care. I think he does really care, but he doesn't act like it. I mean, I love him, and want to be with him, but it's like I can't because he's God and I'm just a lowly human."

Alex didn't respond. He just looked at Chad as he sat there looking sad. Something in Alex clicked. It wasn't something that was planned or even thought about, but in that moment he took his hand and put it on Chad's shoulder and began to rub his back a moment. There wasn't much response from Chad other than a sigh. Believing the silence to be a green light, Alex then leaned over to Chad and, taking Chad by the cheek, turned his head towards himself and kissed him on the lips. Chad didn't refuse.. at least initially. Within a few seconds, however, Chad pulled back.

"Alex, what the hell?"

"Chad, you remember when we used to date in high school, right?"

"That was years ago, Alex. We're mates. I'm married. I mean... I don't know what I mean... I just.. I just can't."

"We only broke it off cause we went to different colleges. Now, we're on the same team, and maybe you need someone who can be more available than him."

"No, Alex," replied Chad as he looked as the chiseled face, "You know I can't."

"Is it you can't, or you don't want to?"

"I can't, Alex."

From the locker room door shouted James Lewis, head coach of the Eagles, "Alright, ladies, let's get a move on. You know we gotta be ready for Perth if we want to move on."

"Alex," replied Chad, "We'll talk later, but...."

"But what, Chad?"

"We'll talk later...."

[Chrinthanium]

House of Representatives, Sydney

The newly formed House of Representatives was awash in patriotic themed decoration as the inagural ceremony had just finished The members of the House, and members from the Senate, stood on the large steps outside the newly-constructed building as a photographer took the picture. Men and women, ranging in age from the thirties into the seventies stood side by side with wide smiles as a new day dawned for the people of the Chrinthani Empire. The House, and the Senate would, in essence, give the people the most representation in government then ever before. In fact, the new leader of the House would be the Prime Minister, and second in charge except for the emperor himself.

After the ceremonies had ended, Senate President Mark Drummond motioned to the new Prime Minister Heather Long to follow him into his private limo awaiting nearby. There was a definite tone given by his look with made Prime Minister Long realize she needed to not refuse. The new Prime Minister, a moderately attractive woman in her late fourties with hair stationed quite professionally followed the Senate President to his car. Once inside, Drummond didn't waste any time in delivering his message.

"Madame Prime Minister, congratulations on your new appointment and, I hope, that together we can work in unison to create a better Chrinthanium," Mark spoke with a smile.

"Thank you, Senator Drummond. I hope that we can." she replied in her firm voice, "So, I take it that this isn't a meeting to just congratulate me?"

"No, Madame Prime Minister, it isn't. In fact, what I want to talk to you about it making sure that you can, someday, hold all the cards. I have members of the Senate prepared to submit a Constitutional Amendment to the House calling for the Executive powers to be vested in the Prime Minsiter, not the Emperor. We can make him a mere figure-head with no power. We can turn this disfunctional empire into a strong and powerful Republic."

"Senator, while I understand your goals here, don't you think that maybe we need to let the dust settle on the new House before we can actually start changing the entire governmental structure of the empire? I mean, no one can call you anything but ambitious now, can they?"

With a uvuncular chuckle Drummond replied, "Certainly, I understand your point. I'm just thinking that, possibly, in the future, we can begin to come up with legislation to that effect. You know as well as I that a Constitutional Amendment requires provincial ratification first before it's even implimented. You also know that, should it pass, we'd no longer have to worry about that boy causing any more international incidents on our behalf. He is, unfortunately, not his father."

"He's definitely not the most cultured Head of State I've ever seen, but he's more than willing to keep trying until he gets it right. He works hard for the people and it shows. His polling numbers are always in the upper 60's and I believe that a lot of sympathy still goes out to him because of the late Emperor Nicholas V. It could be a tough sell to the Provinces, Senator."

Mark's smile disappeared as he replied, "Well, that's not something that can be helped. The people care about what we tell them to care about. If we paint this the right way, we'll not only have the support of the Senate and the House, but the people as well. You and I both know that once the people want something, Emperor Fabulous will cave into their desires. He's such a sucker for the heart of the people."

The Prime Minister shook her head in disbelief, "Senator, I would think that you have a problem with His Imperial Majesty that transcends politics into the personal."

Drummond shrugged his shoulders lightly, "Possibly, but that's neither here nor there, Madame Prime Minister. I am but a mere servent of the people. I do what they want me to do."

"And the people wan this, Mark?"

"Like I said, they want what we tell them they need."

"And, Mr. Senator, what do you think our allies will say when this happens?"

"Good riddance to bad rubbish, I believe."

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Imperial Stadium

As the teams dispersed to their homes after the regular workout session, Alex walked with Chad towards the car that awaited him to take him back to the palace. He reached up with his arm and tapped Chad on the shoulder and beckoned him to follow him around the corner for a moment to talk. Chad reluctantly followed. Once in private, Alex spoke up.

"Chad, c'mon mate. You know that you and I were great together. You never wanted for attention, or anything else for that matter. Why deny yourself someone who is, and always was, good for you?"

"Alex, it's not that simple...."

"Yes it is, Chad." Alex shook his head, "Nate doesn't give you want you need, he doesn't even care about your needs, does he? And then here I am, ready and willing and waiting for years to pick up and one day I read your now the emperors new boy. Unlike the rest, the playboy doesn't cheat on you, but marries you rather quickly. Don't you think that's the real problem here? You both rushed this, and no neither of you wants it anymore."

"I don't think I would go that far, Alex. It's just we're both busy."

Alex didn't respond verbally, but moved into Chad rather close and kissed him again, this time Chad didn't stop the kiss. He could feel that Alex wasn't lying about his feelings. He could feel that warmness that always came over him when the two kissed when they were dating. It was like time hadn't passed. For a brief moment, Chad forgot about Nate, the Palace, and his issues with both and gave himself to the kiss, fully and without hesitation.

Once ended, Chad, rather flustered, spoke, "Alex, I.... I don't know right now....just....give me time to think about it, okay?"

Alex begrudgingly agreed with a quick nod. Chad then excused himself and quickly hurried to the waiting car. As the door closed, he watched Alex drive off in his sports car, and began to think about what would happen if he decided that he'd want to return to being with Alex, rather than staying married to Nathaniel.

[Chrinthanium]

Welcome to Sydney Tonight, I'm Evelyn Boston. Tonight, our top story comes from the life of His Imperial Majesty Nathaniel IV. ST received a tip that His Highness, Chad Kelley-Thornton, the Emperor Consort, was seen kissing another man outside of Imperial Stadium after their afternoon workouts. While this report in unconfirmed, witnesses state the man he was locking lips with was none other than Alex Davis, the Eagles star wide receiver and one-time lover of His Highness. Sydney Tonight will continue to keep you up to date as this story unfolds. Kylie Minogue will be pla.......

Chad turned off the television in a hurry. His pulse races, beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Someone was someone watching. Someone knows. Just when he thought that it couldn't be any worse, the television tabloid shows were leading off with unconfirmed reports that he was seem kissing another man. This wasn't an event that would just be bypassed by Nathaniel's constantly busy schedule. He did pay careful attention to the news. If he didn't watch the reports himself, it would be a near guarantee that one of his advisors--namely Thomas Lloyd--would break the news. The question would be whether or not Nathaniel actually believed what he was hearing. Chad didn't know what to do. He was fightened. Even more, his cell phone beeped alerting him to a text message.

Chad, we have to talk about this. Nate.

"Oh god, he knows. He heard. It's over. Well, maybe it's not. Maybe, simply because it was just a kiss, Nathaniel wouldn't mind it so much. It's not like we did anything. It's not like we were screwing in the backseat of a car or something," Chad said outloud to himself. "If Nate doesn't beleive me, then I'm so screwed. I'll be ruined. Fucking ruined all because I let my guard down and gave in to something I don't even know if I want. Jesus fucking Christ."

A knock came to the door as Chad began to formulate contingency plans should this not go over well when Nathaniel returned. Chad raced to the door and opened it. Standing outside of the door was His Imperial Highness, Prince Ryan. It wasn't the same Ryan he was used to either. This one looked determined. This one looked stern and forboding.

"Ryan, what's up, mate?" asked Chad as if nothing was amiss.

"I don't know, Chad, you tell me? I mean, I just got a phone call from Peter saying that he heard on the news that you were kissing another man behind my brother's back." Ryan replied inquizitively.

"It's bullshit, Ryan. YOu know I love Nate. I have no reason, want or desire to kiss another man. They're just trying to boost ratings. You know how these shows are," chad replied.

"I hope you're right, Chad. I mean, Nate's crazy about you. This would absolutely kill him."

"There's no worries, mate. Everything is fine."

Ryan nodded and then walked away with purpose down the hallway. Crisis averted, thought Chad, I'll just play dumb. Make it look like a personal attack. Make it look like someone has something against me. This was, after all, unsubstantiated. There were no pictures, were there?

[Kyr Shorn]

The French Royal Flight, Private Airbus, Landing in Sydney

As one of the Plantagenet's Private Airbuses finished landing on the tarmac the Princess Yvette de France, finished getting ready for her first entry into Chrinthanium and her first political assignment in her life. Though her parents had hoped to wait before their 23 year old daughter began to play a role in French politics, a reporter had outed her as an Atheist in a nation that was still a very conservative Catholic Kingdom.

The only reason this scandalous state of affairs hadn't gotten worse was because the death of her brother and the Gassion crisis had come right on it's heels and dominated the landscape. However on the advise of the Archbishop of Paris, Their Most Christian Majesties decided that some distance was needed at the moment.

So after a few days of discussion between them and the Prime Minister (who had the actual authority over the Embassies of France) Princess Marie Yvette Amelie Constance Phillipine de France, the fourth in the line of succession for the Crown of St. Charlemagne was named the new ambassador to the Chrinthani Empire. Though Jacques Brillard, a former French ambassador to the Byzantine Empire had been quietly assigned to serve as Princess Yvette's assistant, i.e. to do most of the actual work.

While one could see this as a exile, Yvette saw it as an opportunity, after all Chrinthanium was France's largest seller of uranium, and with a Valendian colony nearby along with the French holdings in Bali. "The region is of more importance than most people in Paris are willing to acknowledge, Your Highness." Jacques Brillard had said to his much younger companion.

Now as the stairs reached the plane doorway and the door was opened, the youngest member of the French Royal Family stepped out into the open air, the Plantagenet Princess was wearing a black designer evening gown from one of France's premier Fashion Houses that was worth more than most people's houses, a necklace, antique tiara, and a pair of earrings with nothing but flawless diamonds in them finished off the look. Confirming once more for everyone that the Plantagenet's were among the wealthiest Royal Families on Earth, even though they had just started to pay taxes (on some of their properties).

Accompanying the Princess was the Deputy Assistant Jacques Brillard and her Guard of Honor, who behind the formal uniforms they were wearing today were very efficient bodyguards.

"Wasn't quite expecting this," Yvette muttered to Jacques as she decended the red carpeted stairs to join the reception party below.

[Jatriqya and Hoya]

Prince Theseus pleased himself more and more in Chrinthanium- a place where he could be himself rather than always having to act the princely role. He could take a leisurely stroll on the beach without having to be followed by bodyguards or mounds of people wanting to talk to him. It wasn't as he disliked public life- in fact, he loved it, but it was nice that in Chrinthanium he could take a break from all of that.

He walked into the Imperial Palace gym wearing a close-fitted t-shirt and shorts. He prepared his usual routine of a bit of biking and then some running. Theseus always brought his iPod with him to the gym, to listen to some music while exercising- most of that music would be illegal in Byzantium but he could listen to it freely in Chrinthanium.

He spent significant amounts of time in the Embassy and the Imperial Palace, after Emperor Nathaniel offered the Imperial Gym for Theseus' use. He usually did his routine, went to the showers, striped down, and later put on a suit and walked back to the Embassy, which was practically next door. Theseus thought it was pretty practical- and quite nice. He had spotted the Emperor Nathaniel in the gym, and needless to say, he was ranked number two on the hotness meter in Byzantium according to a recent magazine study (after His Imperial Majesty Tiberius VI- Theseus' cousin). Theseus had been dismayed at his paltry ratings. He fallen from 8th to 9th in one year. What can you do...

In his personal life, Theseus had tended in the past to be quite open. Theseus personally recognized himself to be bisexual, but never formally came out - the press had had enough of a field day when they found him kissing men. In Chrinthanium, Theseus had no girlfriend, no boyfriend, had been on a couple of (unsuccessful) dates. Theseus had set his desires on people that he knew were completely unattainable, at least for the time being. Generally he was living a quiet life in a large apartment only minutes away from the Embassy and Palace.

He had seen on the news that the atheist princess of France, Yvette, had arrived in Chrinthanium, and had hastily sent her a text message (he had asked his cousin, Princess Sarah-Vasiliki, in Paris, if she could procure her phone number).

"Welcome to the land of pleasure, fellow exile.
Theseus"

In more important news, Theseus had finally been able to find a spot for the future Byzantine Consulate in Perth. It was a small affair, just a small house in the centre of town. He had waited quite a while to schedule an appointment with Emperor Nathaniel, but it kept on slipping his mind and he didn't look forwards to having to wait forever to finally get an appointment with the busy one. He finally had an appointment coming up, to the "great relief" of His Imperial Majesty Tiberius VI.

[Chrinthanium]

As the Princess decended the staircase, the Praetorian Guards stood at attention. Their finely pressed black uniforms--unmistakable to anyone--were decorated with various ribbons for their service throughout the years. They were the bodyguards of the Imperial family, and the highest non-medal honor than any member of the armed services in Chrinthanium could attain. Besides their role at guarding the Imperial family, they also guarded the Embassies in Sydney, and the Senate and House buildings. The men and women of the Praetorians lines either side of the red carpet that led from the Airbus to a small reception area. The area was a wide square where the official meeting between Yvette and Nathaniel would take place. A limo awaited the Princess, along with her deputy, to usher them to their Embassy.

"Her Royal Highness, Princess Marie Yvette Amelie Constance Phillipine de France, Ambassador to the Imperial Federation of Chrinthanium from the Kingdom of France." announced the Sargeant at Arms. Upon his announcement, the Chrinthani's who gathered around behind baracades began to applaud her arrival with more than appropriate flare. Then, the Praetorians turned to face the crowd as a loud swell of cheering an applause rang out which would become almost deafening to those unaccustomed to it.

"All hail His Imperial Majesty, Nathaniel IV, of Chrinthanium and her Imperial Territories, Emperor, Defender of the Constitution, Protector of the People!" The Sargeant at Arms would bow towards the approaching Nathaniel.

Nathaniel himself was dressed rather smartly in a gray pinstripped suit with a white shirt and gray tie. The early spring breeze would lightly cause his hair to dance.

"Your Royal Highness, welcome to the Imperial Federation of Chrinthanium," he spoke as he flashed his trademark smile. "It is indeed an honor to have a woman of such stature present in the Chrinthani court, and I look forward to continuing our long and prosperous relationship between Paris and Sydney."

Once the greetings were over, Nathaniel would shake hands with the crowd for a few moments, then enter his limo. Next on his schedule would be a meeting with Prince Theseus. Once in the limo, all evidence of joy and happiness would disappear from his face. The news of Chad's supposed kiss of one of his exboyfriends weighed heavy on his heart. The developing situation would, for all intents and purposes, need to be addressed promptly.

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When he returned to the palace, Thomas Lloyd stood awaiting his arrival at the Grand Entrance. This was a normal event, but there were pressing matters developing. The Emperor would grab the folders from Thomas without saying anything. No matter what Thomas would say, Nathaniel would only respond with short, one or two word answers. As they approached the hall which would lead to the Imperial Office, Nathaniel motioned to Thomas to wait in the office while he went back to his personal appartment to deal with a situation.

The door opened without much fanfare as Nathaniel casually walked into the living room. Chad was there, standing at the window, just staring out into space. Nathaniel didn't say a word as he approached his husband. Once behind Chad, he would simply clear his throat.

"Nate, you're home! How did the reception go?" asked Chad with a smile on his face.

"As well as they all go, I guess," Nathaniel replied trying to dismiss the small talk with a rather firm answer.

The smile drained from Chad's face as Nathaniel replied, "I supposed you've heard to vicious attacks against me, Nate?"

Nathaniel didn't respond immediately. He stood there, staring at Chad. His mind was racing with a million thoughts. For the first time in his life, Nathaniel wasn't sure whether the words coming from Chad's mouth were honest or not.

Chad looked Nathaniel in the eyes, "Nate..... I......" He stopped in his tracks. He couldn't bring himself to lie to Nathaniel. Chad wasn't good at lying to begin with, and just the thought of having to do it to his husband was just devastating in his mind, "I can't lie to you, Nate. I did.. I mean he kissed me, and....well....yeah."

Nathaniel sighed. His eyes didn't move from Chads. It was nothing he wanted to hear, but a sense of relief that no lies were told.

"Nate, say something," pleaded Chad.

"What do you want me to say. Did you stop him from kissing you?"

"Yes I did, the first time. Then after workouts, I didn't stop him."

Nathaniel just sighed again, "So, what do you want me to say about it? Do you want me to say that it's fine and we'll be fine and that everything will be fine? Do you want me to somehow tell you how much I love you and how much this hurts me? Do you want me to stand here and just cry my heart out about how I wish I could give you all the time and attention you need, but I can't always do that because sometimes I have a job to do that's bigger than you or me? Should I find this guy and beat the shit out of him myself for making such advances on you? What do you want me to say, Chad? What am I supposed to say? How am I supposed to feel about this? Please tell me because I don't know those answers."

Chad didn't reply. His expression drained from his face as he felt his heart sink with every word Nathaniel spoke. Several times he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"Well?" asked Nathaniel, "Now would be a good time to speak. Do you still have feelings for this guy? Was this a one-time thing that I will never have to worry about again? Will I have to worry about you kissing other guys in the future?"

"I..... I don't know, Nate. I don't know anything right now. It all happened so fast, and it was only a kiss.."

"Only a kiss? Am I supposed to be happy that it was only a kiss?"

"No, not at all, but it was only a kiss."

Nathaniel shook his head, "You know, Chad, I don't know what to think right now, and honestly, I don't know anything either. All I know is that I need some time to think about this and deal with this. I have to meet Prince Theseus in my office in a few minutes, then Thomas and I will be going over my schedule for tomorrow. After that, I'll be back, hopefully, with some idea of how to deal with this. Right now, I just need to do my thing."

Chad sighed deeply. He looked down at the floor as he heard Nathaniel walk away, then close the door behind him.

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Nathaniel entered his office as Thomas Lloyd stood waiting by his desk. He didn't speak to Thomas, just waved to dismiss him as he awaited Theseus to enter so they could talk about whatever it was that Tiberius wanted.

[Jatriqya and Hoya]

"Your Imperial Majesty, my apologies for my tardiness," Prince Theseus said, as he walked in three minutes late to his appointment with the Emperor of Chrinthanium.

Theseus had just come up from his shower after his work out, and so he looked a bit, well, wet, and tired. He had slipped on a suit quickly before picking up his notebook and a letter and running up to Nathaniel. Theseus bowed before sitting down. He flipped the screen on and turned the computer to the Emperor.

"Emperor Tiberius wanted your permission to buy this house in Perth and open the Consulate here. Tiberius is pleased of my work here" or his assistant's work, Theseus thought to himself. "He has decided to appoint me full-time Ambassador, and appoint someone else to by Consul in Perth, so pending your approval I would stay here for as long possible- I mean, as long as His Imperial Majesty Tiberius would like me here."

Theseus coughed to himself, perfectly aware that he was starting to not make so much sense and it just wasn't fair that he was that attractive. Guessing from the tabloid headers, his marriage was 'unfortunately' (for Chad) not going so well. Theseus composed himself, it's not as if the Emperor was even remotely interested in him, and there were other fish in the sea. Lots and lots more for Theseus.

"So really, all I just need is your signature at the bottom of this letter from Emperor Tiberius that allows us to open a consulate in Perth and allows me to stay as Ambassador to Chrinthanium..." Theseus quickly added "if you don't mind having me as Ambassador, of course."

Theseus was getting a bit fidgety as he passed the letter over to Nathaniel. The letter was printed on prime Byzantine paper and from the bottom hung a gigantic Byzantine seal. Theseus had already signed the' Ambassador's line. Next to Tiberius' signature authorizing the opening of a new embassy was a blank spot, ready for Nathaniel's signature.

OOC: sorry for the short post, but lunch is right now and I'm starving and I have to write (another) essay

[Chrinthanium]

While not trying to seem uninterested in what Prince Theseus was saying, Nathaniel didn't look directly at him much. In fact, much of the time he was busy signing some items which had piled up on his desk. This wouldn't be unusual for Emperor Nathaniel. Quite often he had to do ten things at once in order to accomplish the daily tasks. So many items always required his signature, his approval, his input or just his ear. Yet, when Theseus flipped the computer monitor towards him, Nathaniel looked at the screen for a few seconds to see the house. He would then notice the fact that Theseus looked like he jumped out of the shower and right into the office. Judging by appearances, Theseus must also be quite busy doing whatever it was that Byzantines did. Once the presentation was over, Nathaniel motioned to Theseus to give him the document for him to sign. He reached into the interior pocket of his suit jacket and produced a high quality pen. With fluid movement, Nathaniel signed his name to the bottom of the document. His signature, as alway, was crisp with excellent penmanship.

Realizing that he was being less-than-hospitible, Nathaniel shook his head before he spoke, "You know, I apologize for my sheer lack of protocol here. It's been one of those days. I hope that you're adjusting well to the way of life here in Sydney. And now I get to have you as the full-time Byzantine ambassador? That is indeed great news. You know, between you and I, when Peter finishes college, I'm probably going to send him to Constantinople to be our ambassador to Emperor Tiberius."

Nathaniel hadn't really paid much attention to Theseus' appearance prior to this moment in time. He was a very attractive man, though like himself, Theseus was a little wet behind the ears--both literally and figuratively at this moment in time. It hadn't gone unnoticed that there was a shot of the prince along the beaches of Chrinthanium in a state of shirtlessness that had captured his attention. While the emperor remained a faithful partner to Chad, there had been some mental wonderings. In fact, had Nathaniel not been married prior to meeting Theseus, well, there could have been some sort of personal entanglement between the two. Yet, despite his imagination, Nathaniel wasn't much of a person to let him mind dwell on such subjects for long while in a committed relationship. It was just the vivid imagination of a twenty-two year old who was used to being able to play the field, rather than tend to just one farm.

Nathaniel smiled, "Your Royal Highness, I can tell that you're probably very busy, so I will keep this meeting short. Sometime soon, however, you shall join me at my table for dinner with the family. It will be an honor to have your presence, sir."

[Jatriqya and Hoya]

Theseus had noticed that Nathaniel was preoccupied signing other papers. It didn't really bother him much, it was a bit to be expected, I mean, he was the Emperor of Chrinthanium and that came with a lot of paperwork. Theseus looked at the Emperor's signature, pulled back the letter and picked up the seal to avoid ripping the paper.

The gigantic seal, almost the size of Theseus' hand, was a dark shade of Burgundy. One side portrayed a profile image of Tiberius wearing the imposing imperial crown. This side was bordered by a laurel crown, to represent the Greeks. The other side had the Imperial Arms of Tiberius.

"Thank you, Your Imperial Majesty. I much enjoy Sydney. The climate here is nice, as in Beirut, but your Empire is so refreshingly open. I must say, I do hope Peter won't mind our laws in the Byzantine Empire. He'd be given an internet card, at least, so he would be able to surf the internet in peace. I wouldn't want to take up too much of your time," Prince Theseus said as he quickly scrambled and got his things.

"Oh, I completely forgot, my apologies, but I would absolutely love to have dinner with your family. It will certainly be more enjoyable than eating alone," he chuckled. "Although I do say that you are probably much busier than me."

"Your Imperial Highness," Theseus said, as he bowed before leaving the room. "I hope to see you soon. Thank you for your invitation." Theseus smiled at Nate as he got his things and left the room.

[Kyr Shorn]

French Embassy to Chrinthanium, Sydney

After the nice but uneventful limo ride, and her arrival, the new Ambassador to the Chrinthani Empire sat down at her new desk, even though her appointment to the Ambassadorship had been made only a few days ago, everything had been prepared to her preferences ahead of time.

The first thing on the desk was a copy of the itinerary for the first few days, "It seems sufficently flexible that anything could be thrown in at anytime." Yvette muttered before pulling out her blackberry and looking at the message from Prince Theseus once again.

"Welcome to the land of pleasure, fellow exile.
Theseus"

Yvette thought about it for a few moments before setting her blackberry down, she needed to think about it a little bit more.

Then with a knock at the door, Jacques Brillard entered the room and with a polite, "The first items that need your signature, Your Highness."

Yvette gave the documents a once over and began to sign them, most of which was just the last minute things that needed doing, giving security clearances, hiring in replacements, the last things signed were authorizations for the purchase of a beachfront house and new apartments for Yvette's personal use.

"And it would be wise to schedule a meeting with Nathaniel, Your Highness," Brillard advised quietly once she was done and had handed the folder back to him, "He had hinted to your predecesor that he had a number of questions about the... recent events in France."

"And he wanted to hear the answers from a Plantagenet and not just the media." Yvette concluded for Jacques who had the decency to look embarrassed.

But Yvette disarmed him with a slight smile, "It's alright, I suspected that the topic would come up in due course, the Gassion Crisis is going to be a part of the political landscape for quite sometime."

Yvette then quietly ordered Mr. Brillard to set up a meeting with the Emperor, "At his earliest convenience." and them dismissed him.

Then, alone in her new office Yvette then noticed something she hadn't when she first entered, one of the pictures on the desk facing her was a formal picture done for public consumption of the entire Plantagenet family in formal court, dress, in a place of prominence near their parents was her brother with his new wife, smiling and full of life.

Only now, in isolation from the world did the royal mask break and Yvette allowed herself to cry.

[Chrinthanium]

After Theseus left, a message appeared from Thomas Lloyd stating that the French Ambassador would like to schedule a meeting at "his earliest convenience." Quickly Nathaniel replied that the next day would be good for him anytime between 3pm and 5pm, when he would be in the gym normally for his stress relief workout. He can always cut that short for an important meeting. It was probably one of the few times per day when Nathaniel ever felt human. In fact, his gym time was more for escapism than anything else. For all he cared, he could not work out and just jog around the palace twice a day and be perfectly happy. But, the workouts often gave him a chance to clear his head from the everyday business of being the emperor. It also afforded him time to think about his personal life--something which abruptly came to the forefront of his mind.

He hadn't really let the fact that Chad had kissed another man sink into his mind yet. Certainly he wasn't happy in the least. It was unthinkable to him that someone who seemed so devoted could allow himself such a reckless momentary lapse in judgement. Mullng the subject over in his mind, he began to realize that everyone should be allowed to make a mistake--no matter how bad it may seem. People were, after all, human. Chad was swept up in a moment and probably was feeling a bit neglected. Nathaniel had been extremely busy--even for his standard--as of late with the influx of new ambassadors as well as this new Prime Minister business. The decision was made in that instant that both he and Chad would take a few days together--alone. They would head to Darwin and the massive Thornton Estate, which was a tremendous ranch which included thousands of cattle, and the family stables. Horseback riding was a much cherished endeavor to the emperor, and it was an activity that he hadn't allowed himself to do in almost two years. Quickly he made the arraingements with Thomas to have his schedule cleared a few days in the next week to allow himself a sort of minivacation. Certainly the new Prime Minister could handle the duties of running things while he was away. Certainly Chad could use a few days away from Sydney as well--even if workouts were required by his team. He was, after all, married to the emperor and, being as such, could probably be given special permission.

So, without delay, Nathaniel informed Chad of his plans. The idea made Chad extremely happy. He and Nathaniel would work through whatever problem stemmed from this incident and overcome such detriment. At least, that was Nathaniel's hope anyway.

[Chrinthanium]

After Theseus left, a message appeared from Thomas Lloyd stating that the French Ambassador would like to schedule a meeting at "his earliest convenience." Quickly Nathaniel replied that the next day would be good for him anytime between 3pm and 5pm, when he would be in the gym normally for his stress relief workout. He can always cut that short for an important meeting. It was probably one of the few times per day when Nathaniel ever felt human. In fact, his gym time was more for escapism than anything else. For all he cared, he could not work out and just jog around the palace twice a day and be perfectly happy. But, the workouts often gave him a chance to clear his head from the everyday business of being the emperor. It also afforded him time to think about his personal life--something which abruptly came to the forefront of his mind.

He hadn't really let the fact that Chad had kissed another man sink into his mind yet. Certainly he wasn't happy in the least. It was unthinkable to him that someone who seemed so devoted could allow himself such a reckless momentary lapse in judgement. Mullng the subject over in his mind, he began to realize that everyone should be allowed to make a mistake--no matter how bad it may seem. People were, after all, human. Chad was swept up in a moment and probably was feeling a bit neglected. Nathaniel had been extremely busy--even for his standard--as of late with the influx of new ambassadors as well as this new Prime Minister business. The decision was made in that instant that both he and Chad would take a few days together--alone. They would head to Darwin and the massive Thornton Estate, which was a tremendous ranch which included thousands of cattle, and the family stables. Horseback riding was a much cherished endeavor to the emperor, and it was an activity that he hadn't allowed himself to do in almost two years. Quickly he made the arraingements with Thomas to have his schedule cleared a few days in the next week to allow himself a sort of minivacation. Certainly the new Prime Minister could handle the duties of running things while he was away. Certainly Chad could use a few days away from Sydney as well--even if workouts were required by his team. He was, after all, married to the emperor and, being as such, could probably be given special permission.

So, without delay, Nathaniel informed Chad of his plans. The idea made Chad extremely happy. He and Nathaniel would work through whatever problem stemmed from this incident and overcome such detriment. At least, that was Nathaniel's hope anyway.

[Kyr Shorn]

Meeting With the Emperor

The new French Ambassador had arrived at the Imperial Palace for her meeting with the Chrinthani Emperor a few minutes early, her government provided limousine having been escorted to the Palace by the Emperor's Praetorian Guards.

Even though it was a nice place, and rather grand at that, the Princesses perception of the palace was skewed by the simple fact that she had grown up in Versailles and the various other French royal palaces that the other ones the world over tried to imitate and always fell short.

As the guards took her to wherever His Imperial Majesty was waiting for her in this place, the woman that some in the Chrinthani media were already referring to informally as simply Yvette Plantagenet thought about her previous early morning meetings with both the Prime Minister Heather Long and the Senator Mark Drummond.

They had both been formal affairs, as all such introductory meetings are, but impressions had been made on the Princess about both persons.

The Prime Minister seemed like a strong willed woman, but somewhat uncertain, most likely stemming from the fact that she was the first Prime Minister that Chrinthanium had ever had, thus she was having to invent what her role was in the government in the first place.

The Honorable Senator on the other hand stank of the kind of career politician that the Estate of the Commons produced in France that her parents despised. The kind that was more worried about the next election cycle than what the people who voted them into office wanted done.

For her part, every single inch of Plantagenet pride and poise came to the forefront, Yvette had been all smiles and royal kindness, but the white elephant in the room was that this beautiful dark haired Princess from a family of blondes was very much the kind of black sheep that the French tended to dump into faraway lands like Chrinthanium when they became too much to handle.

Now as the guards brought her to what she assumed was Nathaniel's office, Yvette glanced one last time at the small folder that contained various interesting things, though which ones would be used remained to be seen.

"At least I remembered to text Theseus a reply of thanks." Yvette's inner voice echoed to her just before the door opened. "Should I invite him over for dinner at my new home?"

[Chrinthanium]

Nathaniel, prompt as always, came strutting down the corridor to his office. He was adjusting his tie while his attendent carried his suit coat in his hands as if it were some precious stone with which ultimate care must be taken. He stopped at the entrance to his office and reached his right hand out to have the coat placed in it. Following the emperors silent demand, the attendent handed the suit coat over. He placed the coat on as he entered his office, then once more adjusted the tie for good measure--first impressions and such.

Awaiting him was the French Ambassador, Princess Marie Yvette Amelie Constance Phillipine de France, fourth in line to the French throne, and one more exiled royal member to the heathens. Something in his mind clicked momentarily as he noticed the sheer poise that seemed to embody the older royal houses of the world. He was quite conscious of the Chrinthani casualness in which the Imperial family carried itself. Of course he believed this informal nature to be a better model than the more stoic European families, but that was a discussion he'd rather never delve into if possible.

A meeting with Nathaniel always started on time. It was probably his most loved quality by the other members of the Chrinthani government. He wasn't late--ever. This quality was something he cherished in others. Then again, he was always conscious of his schedule. He never kept a diary of appointments. He had them all memorised the moment Thomas brought him the daily itinerary. His father, in contrast, was habitually late--something which often cause problems with those who, like the emperor, retained busy schedules. Sen. Drummons once stated, "You can set your watch by the emperor. If you're meeting is at three in the afternoon, at the stroke of three, he's in his office and ready to go."

As he sat down at his desk, he flipped open a manilla envelope which contained some items of official business that needed his approval. Quickly he moved them off to the side and pulled his chair up. He sat with perfect posture, and placed his hands neatly on his large desk. The desk itself was rather unremarkable. An instrument with which to write and keep things on. Nothing more, nothing less was needed. There were the typical items found on the desks that belong to other heads of state: pens neatly stored in a pen holder, a metal rack with which to sort out mail and other correspondence, a white phone, a red phone--something which no one hoped ever rang, and a few pictures. The only oddity for the neatly appointed emperor was the coffee mug, which by all accounts, was common. It was blue with yellow letters which said World's Greatest Brother. A present from Peter several years ago.

Behind Nathaniel stood a large bookcase filled completely with books. A quick glance would reveal different reference books containing the most up-to-date laws, Who's who books, encyclopedias, dictionaries of varying sizes, and a few novels. Rather dull reading--apart from the novels. They showed the fact they were used, some more so than others. To either side of the bookcase were smartly decorated windows which faced the South lawn of the palace. To the far right of the bookcase was a door leading outside, and facing the back of the visitor would be a door leading to Nathaniel's private office--a place no one other than the emperor could enter without being stopped by two guards with guns once on the other side. That door was built to blend into the wall--its only trace of existance being the lines the very slight seperation between the door and the wall would make.

Nathaniel flashed his trademark smile and then stated in his Chrinthani twang, "Your Royal Highness, it's indeed an honor to have you here in Sydney. I hope that France and Chrinthanium will continue to have the friendly relations we've always had in the past. I trust you're settling in quite well? If there's anything we can do to assist, just give me a call and you'll have it."

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While Nathaniel was meeting with Yvette, Chad was busy taking care of some of his own important business. He was hosting a small gathering on the North lawn of the palace with veterans of the Imperial Armed Services. It was an annual gathering where long-standing members who retired from service to the Empire were treated to dinner and a concert at the Imperial palace.

While mingling with the people who were mostly in their fifties to seventies, his phone chimed with the unmistakable sound of a newly received text message. Sneaking off slightly, he read the message:

"I'm going to be waiting for you, like we planned, at Georgio's. Be there at 8 - Alex"

Quickly he hid the phone in his pocket. Indeed, Chad had planned to meet with Alex privately over dinner. His plans had not been disclosed to the Praetorians. He had asked George--the long-time driver of the Imperial family--to protect his itinerary and make all excuses needed for his absence. Chad's goal was to give Alex a decision one way or the other. He was still unsure in his mind what he wanted.

However, the time quickly came that he needed to decide. The thoughts weighed heavily upon his shoulders. He couldn't think of ever hurting Nathaniel, but he wasn't sure he wanted such a public life. Being a star quarterback certainly came with some fame, but being married to such a popular public figure came with ten time more publicity that Chad ever had in sports in his life. There were also the guards, as well as almost no time to see those friends that were such an important part of his life in the past.

Chad's thoughts took him away to a time in the past when he and Alex had went to Surfers Paradise for spring break. The city was known for it's partying and carrying on over spring break, and Chad and Alex were always a party to it. Drinking and cavorting of all kinds were on display quite brazenly in the street. In fact, the only blemish on Chad's past was an indecent exposure ticket he'd received after Alex had entertained his desires behind Backstreet, a well-known gay nightclub.

That was probably what attracted Chad to Alex in the first place--his lack of inhibition. Alex didn't care what anyone though, unlike Nathaniel. Alex always acted like Chad was the entire world and nothing else was visible. He was spontaneous and unscheduled. There were no heirs about him. He acted like every day was Saturday. Life was a party and everyone was invited. All the things Nathaniel wasn't. And that's what gave Chad reason to think. The very qualities he missed in Nathaniel were highly present in Alex.

He would be at Georgio's around 8. With whatever answer he had formulated by that moment in time.

[Chrinthanium]

Office of the Prime Minister, Sydney

Heather Long, the first ever Prime Minister of the Imperial Federation of Chrinthanium sat in her small office. It wasn't the type of office others with the same job title had. It was small, with only one window behind her desk. A small leafy plant stood on her desk in a plastic pot bending towards the only light to enter. The phone she used was a slimline phone, much like the average home phone found in any other house or small office in Chrinthanium. It wasn't that her office wasn't entitled to such grandiose decoration, but the fact that her office wasn't ready yet. A new building was scheduled to be completed before the end of the election, but do to severe weather over the winter, delays caused the office to fall three months behind.

She didn't let such a miniscule office intimidate her. She'd received the French Ambassador before Emperor Nathaniel had even seen her. Something which didn't sit well with her. She wasn't head of state. She was just the leader of the Houe of Representatives and then everything became quite ambiguous after that. Whatever role the Prime Minister would play in the Imperial Government, it would be Prime Minister Long who would blaze the trail.

Some say she seemed rather lost, unsure, uneasy in her new office. They would be right. The Constitution hadn't been changed to allow her any more power than to head the House. The Article of the Constitution giving the House its power was still being revised to comply with the laws of the land. While the amendment granting the House and the Prime Minister their positions was approved, exactly what it all meant was still blurry. The House would represent the people while the Senate would balance them out. Both houses of Congress were needed to pass laws. The only thing that seemed to be agreed upon was that more beuracracy was now in place.

There was one item of business that needed her attention. There was an invitation to meet the Emperor. A formal meeting congratulating her for her position, and discussing the possible role that the Prime Minister would have in the Imperial Government. Certainly the Emperor would retain executive authority, yet it was pretty much assumed that she'd be his second-in-command. She would handle the day-to-day business of the government when the Emperor was gone.

Senator Drummond was, by all accounts, the man who wanted her to take a more strict approach with the emperor. He advised her to seek a division of powers between the two, possibly even attempting to convince Nathaniel to actually bestow the Office of Prime Minister with the actual duties of running the nation. Yet, could one actually convince the emperor to give up his power? That could be too much too soon despite the advice of Senator Drummond. What Heather Long would ask remained to be seen, but she knew that she had to figure it out soon. Nathaniel wasn't one for small talk when it came to an official meeting. He was down to business and anyone who wasn't following along with him would get lost quickly.

She reached up and pressed a button on her phone which rang into her secretary's office--which looked like a closet compared to Heather's office. Quickly the young woman entered the office. "Yes, Madame Prime Minister?" asked the secretary.

"Get onto His Imperial Majesty and confirm our meeting for tomorrow. I have to figure out what I am going to do and how I am going to situate this position. If Senator Drummond gets his way, I'll take the emperors power. If I have my way, there will be a happy medium between us. Somehow, someway, I have to convince Emperor Nathaniel that the office of Prime Minister should be the chief executive, not the emperor. At least over time."

The secretary shook her head in disbelief, "Do you think he'll go for it?"

"Y'know, I'm not sure. I think that it's going to be a tough sell, but I think he'll see my way."

"And what if he doesn't?"

"Then I'll be the only Prime Minister in the world with a title and no power. I do know that I've been automatically granted a position on the Privy Council, and that I'm the Chief minister in the Government. So we'll see what Nathaniel does from this point."

"It's a tough row to hoe."

"Yeah, I will agree. Still, it has to be done."

[Kyr Shorn]

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yvette replied, her French accent rather thick but understandable. The Princess de France had glanced about the room when she had first entered, once more her perception of the place was affected by her French upbringing.

"This place looks more like a lawyer’s office than the workplace of an Emperor." was her first impression; however Yvette was smart enough not to let it become apparent.

Aloud however Yvette continued with, "I've already acquired a beach house and some apartments in Sydney, it is rather strange however to see all the paparazzi about." Noticing the weary look on Nathaniel's face at the mention of the downside of celebrity, Princess Yvette explained a little further. "In France an unspoken deal exists between the media and the royal family to keep their distance and leave us alone unless something of significance occurs."

Having then given the Emperor his chance to ask the questions that he no doubt had about the recent events in France the Princess Yvette kept the friendly expression on her face, though in truth her insides felt like porridge. She couldn't even sit down since, a rarity in her life, Nathaniel was an Emperor, and she a mere Princess, couldn't sit down until either he did or gave her leave to do so.

[Chrinthanium]

"Your Royal Highness, forgive my lack of manners, please have a seat," the emperor spoke with a smile. He wasn't usually forgetful of protocol, yet somehow he was used to those already familiar with the more informal manner of the Chrinthani Imperial palace. Nathaniel noticed her taking in the room when she entered. He'd rather not invite a foreign dignitary into his personal office, which was typically a little less neat than he'd like. The Imperial Office, though lacking in luxury, was highly efficient and well equipped for the emperor to do his job. There were no distractions. There was only work as evidenced by the stack of manilla folders neatly stacked to his right.

"My paparazzi problem is not so much a problem when you understand that they and I do have an understanding. I allow them the access the want while they respect the fact that there are moments that I'll wish them to leave me and my family alone. We've never had much of a problem with it here, but sometimes they are relentless. Rest assured that I've given orders that they're to stay clear of yourself and your staff. If they give you any problems, you let me know and I will have it taken care of. I believe they are an unwitting partner when you need them, and a potent liability when you don't. The trick is to use it to your advantage."

"I can tell you that I am concerned about recent events in France. While it's none of my business to comment on the personal lives of members of the French Royal family, I find myself very sympathetic to the Princess Royale. Certainly I can understand the frustration that she must go through day in and day out. I, too, am a partner in a marriage that, even by Chrinthani standards, is a bid uncooth for a member of the Imperial family," spoke Nathaniel. "I want to make it clear that I support the Princess Royale and her decision. Understandably, I'd rather not make that a public statement out of respect for Their Majesties. I cherish the relationship our nations have and wouldn't want to jeopardize that in anyway by seeming to meddle in affairs not concerning myself or my people."

"I'm concerned, however, at the state of relations between Valendia and France. Both nations are allies of ours. Both nations are good trading partners with us, and I want to make it clear that, despite any inclination by other members of the Imperial government to take a stand either way, I will remain neutral in any situations that may arise. I'm not a big fan of Emperor Nicholas, but sometimes I have to befriend those I'd rather not have anything to do with."

"I, for one, would also like to invite the Princess Royale and her future husband to be personal guests of mine in the Imperial Federation at their convenience. I can assure them the utmost privacy while they are here. Despite the overabundance of paparazzi, we have a mutual respect and, despite what it may seem, will obey me if I ask them to stay away."

"I want you to know, Your Royal Highness, that French citizens unable to cross the border into France due to Valendian restrictions, are welcomed to the Chrinthani embassy in Valendia should they fear for their safety. My ambassador there will make appropriate arrangements to get them to safer territories. The same, however, is also true in reverse."

"Personally, I would hate to see some sort of religious cold war errupt over such circumstances. I'm not certain from my vantage point this is happening, but from what I understand, it would seem to be setting up as such."

A knock came at the door. Nathaniel gave permission for the Imperial attendant to enter carrying a tray containing tea, coffee and light refreshments. The 18 year old attendant sat the tray down on a small table beside the door to the office where he stood.

"Your Royal Highness, would you care to partake of some coffee, or tea, or maybe some light snacks? Or maybe something a li'l stronger than coffee," he stated as he motioned to the liquor cabinet in the far corner of the room.

"

[Jatriqya and Hoya]

Theseus mulled around his office. Nathaniel had said something about Peter going to Byzantium after his degree as Ambassador. Theseus was all too aware of the problems this might cause for Peter. If he hadn't heard about the stringent intellectual protection laws, he certainly was going to now. Theseus was about to receive the two members of Scarlet Belle, a Chrinthani group in his office, for an application for a Byzantine Visa. It was highly unlikely that he would be able to award the Visa destined for them. It would mean that the Byzantine stops on their planned tour in Contantinople, Beirut and Heraclius City probably wouldn't see the duo.

As they walked into the office, Theseus noticed that they were both wearing pants - which was surprising considering what they wore in their music videos. He stood up and greeted the two band members.

"Welcome to my office," he told the two.

Theseus' office was full of photographs and there were two giant flags, one Chrinthani, and one Byzantine, on the side of the room. The office also included a bathroom, a TV, a desk and a sitting area.

"Please, sit over here in the sitting area," he said as he motioned over to the two couches that were over near the TV. Have some crackers and cheese."

Theseus thought about how he was going to break the news to the group that their Visas were going to be denied. He'd already seen the application, and was almost one hundred percent sure that the interview wasn't going to change anything. He fetched the two applications from his briefcase and started asking some questions.

"Is it true that the reason you applied is to perform three pop-music performances in the Byzantine cities of Constantinople, Beirut and Heraclius City?"

The two band members looked at each other and acknowledged the fact.

"Do you recognize the fact that the song 'Freak Tonight' refers to 'doing you like that', and do you plan on performing it in Byzantium?"

"We do," the two answered.

"Do you deny that the song 'Closure' refers to a pre-marital relationship, and that the song 'Mellow' refers to 'loving and touching' in a couple?"

"We don't deny it."

"I've been made aware that these two songs are also on your program, are they still due to be performed.?"

"Absolutely."

"I'm afraid that according to the the 'Law for the Protection of Morals in Byzantium' section 4, I am forced to deny entry to any musical group do to perform that may undermine Byzantine morals. Morality has been defined by the Emperor and Senate as the core values of 'the Emperor's divine right to rule, chastity, piousness, respect for others, sexual restraint, low tolerance of crime, and the social code of conduct.' The songs closure, freak tonight and mellow, due to be performed, undermine the core values of chastity, sexual restraint, and violate the code of conduct. As the songs undermining Byzantine values are to be performed, we cannot risk that the group Scarlet Belle perform these songs."

Theseus took out a stamp with the Byzantine flag and the word 'denied' written in Greek, English and French. He then took out a seal, poured wax out, and stamped his coat of arms on the applications.

He looked up and looked at the two women. "I'm sorry, but it really isn't my choice to make. I wish I could award you the visa, but it just isn't possible."

Theseus watched as they walked out, suddenly wondering about how Nathaniel would reacts, seeing as he was considering sending Peter over to Byzantium.

Music Group Scarlet Belle refused entry to Byzantium
November 3, 2010

The musical group Scarlett Belle has been denied a visa because of the contents of the songs violated the 'Law for the Protection of Morals in Byzantium - Section 4' The law states that the musical group applicants are to be turned down if they are do to perform music that may undermine Byzantine morals- in this case, the morals violated were chastity, sexual restraint, and the code of conduct.

A spokesman for the Byzantine Tourist and Immigration Board has defended it's decision to disappointed fans in Byzantium, and to Scarlet Belle, saying that "the Byzantine Tourist and Immigration Board has done nothing but follow the law of Byzantium. The group may retry later for performances not featuring songs that violate the Law for the Protection of Morals in Byzantium."

In relation to this, the Byzantine High Court of Constantinople has moved the release date of the album containing the songs in Byzantium to one week later pending a decision on whether the songs can be sold to private owners and played on the radio. Even if the group were to get a visa, they wouldn't be done battling our system to protect the morals of our country.

OOC: gotta run!

[Kyr Shorn]

Yvette dismissed the choice of alcohol with a wave of the hand and a slight laugh saying, "No thank you, coffee is fine, Your Majesty." The Princess then helped herself to a cup and only added a teaspoon of sugar and a tiny amount of cream and stirred for a few seconds before taking a drink.

"And on behalf of France I would also like to thank you for your offer to assist the handful of French citizens who were in Valendia during the Hohenzollern's... unilateral declarations. Though we did manage to get most out within a few hours, there are those in Valendia, and France, who hold multiple citizenships who status is still officially ambiguous."

She then glanced through her own folder before snapping it shut and adding, "And while tensions have risen to heights not seen since before the Great War, I personally doubt that an actual war is on the horizon. If no other reason than that both of our nations have learned, to their most bitter regret, that any sort of war might very well end in mutual destruction."

Yvette then took another drink and smiled at Nathaniel who had also taken a sip of his own drink. "I'm also certain that the Princess Royale and the future Prince of Besancon would be delighted to visit the Thornton Court." Though she left unsaid that before that trip could happen the extremists on the right in France would need to mollified, but that was small potatoes.

The Princess then paused for a moment, the next subject was one that was still quite raw for her.

"On a more... personal note I would also like to thank you, Nathaniel for your kindness towards me. It has been a difficult few months since my brother died and the French media decided to... crucify me."

Yvette then took in a deep breath and another drink to fortify herself, for a split second the mask slipped, allowing Nathaniel to see the shell-shocked woman who was having to absorb multiple major problems at once. Not to mention the pain she felt, both for herself but for what her disbelief in religion and Gods had brought to her father and mother. Both of whom were sincere and devout Roman Catholics.

But all too quickly the ingrained royal mask of serenity resumed itself and the Princess Yvette de France added, "So once more I thank you, Your Majesty."

[Chrinthanium]

Nathaniel listened intently as Yvette spoke. He could hear in her voice the toll the situations around her were taking. As she spoke, his eyes seemed to grow kinder while his entire demeanor seemed to elude to a sympathetic tendency. As he let the real Yvette speak, he found himself feeling like a person--even if momentarily. When he heard someone other than his family speak his name not preceeded by any official title, he even broke a slight smile as he could feel a slight connection to her.

"Your Royal Highess, Yvette, I know how you feel. Trust me, I have been there before. Sometimes people don't understand that we are, despite our bloodline, still human after all with all the same emotions and feelings that everyone else in the world has. Still, you've been sent to paradise on Earth. While people tend to view this as being exiled, which doesn't set well with me, I view it as you being given a second lease on life. At least I'll hope you view it this way. Here we care not about your personal beliefs, we just care about the person you are. You seem like a wonderful person with a lot to give and I know that you'll be a tremendous addition to the Chrinthani Court. Your predecessor was, forgive me for being so blunt here, slightly more stiff than we're used to around here."

Nathaniel offered her some more coffee as he noticed her cup was near empty. Nathaniel did always enjoy playing host. People he met that moment were instantly considered friends of his. In fact, he could quite easily be insulted if the reciprocation wasn't offered. It was a quirk of his, but it was him just being Nate.

"Just when when ever we're having a private chat, I want you to know that I'm insistant that you call me Nate, or Nathaniel. Certainly in public, that would be, even in Chrinthanium, considered a faux pas. People think we're completely informal around here, and while to a large degree we are, I am still very conscious of who I am, and who other are. I know my place, and the role I have, but sometimes....just sometimes, "he said with a sigh, "I love just being...me. No crown, no designer suit, no palace, no Courtiers, no official duties."

Nathaniel stared off for a brief second, then regained his composure as Yvette again thanked him, "Your Royal Highness, I am a public servant, and I am here for you."

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As the hours passed, Chad began to feel butterflies in his stomach as he proceeded to attend to the plans made between him and Alex Davis. To some degree he didn't even know why he was going to meet him. He could just send Alex a text message telling him to leave him alone, but that wasn't what Chad wanted either. He really didn't know what he wanted at this point and this dinner between them could help Chad to figure that out. Yet, Nathaniel wasn't informed of this, nor was anyone else except for George, the trusted driver. Chad even managed to get the Praetorians off his back by telling them he was having George drive hiim around just to get away from the palace for a few.

As the car cruised through Sydney enroute to the restaurant, Chad stared out of the window as if in a daydream. He watched the bright light pass by as they made their way into the Central Business District. Oh how the skyscrapers shimmered against the night sky. It was hard to believe that he was the Emperor-Consort, and married to the man that held it all in his hand. It was also hard to believe that he could give it all up in an instant if he believed himself to have feelings for Alex that would be detrimental to his marriage to the Emperor. The questions, oh so many question, raced through his mind as the car slowed to a stop around the read door of the restaurant.

"Your Highness, we've arrived," spoke George in his uvuncular voice, "Shall I get the door for you, sir?"

Chad repied with a sigh, "No, George, thanks for your kindness. Don't stray too far away, will you? In case I need to make a quick exit."

"You have my word, sir, that I will remain within a minute or two of this location. If there is trouble, please meet me here if at all possible."

"Indeed, sir." Chad exited the car. There were no cameras, no reporters, nothing. It was just the backdoor to a restaurant where Imperials often didn't visit. The tiny bistro downtown catered to a niche base of customers who enjoyed quiet little tables downtown with their loved ones for a more intimate setting. It was like a scene from an Italian restaurant once inside with candles and wine everywhere. Table cloths of red on wooden tables, glasses already stationed at each place setting.

As Chad walked through the restaurant, he noticed Alex seated near the kitchen door. It afforded enough privacy that, along with Chad facing the back of the restaurant, most people probably wouldn't even notice he was there. At least he hoped so. The restaurant was sparsely occupied. The hour was, after all, late and most people were home with their families or spending time with friends at various functions around town. Spring was here and people were excited to be able to go out and about with lighter clothing, later daylight, and more outdoor activities.

"I see you made it, mate," Alex said with a big smile.

"Yeah, I did. George is a very good man when it comes to us sneaking out without too much issue," replied Chad with an awkward smile. Seeing Alex in a sport coat and tee-shirt that was rather form fitting make his smile become less awkward and more friendly as he sat down.

"So, Nate knows we kissed, right? I mean, even my mother heard it on television and boy did she flip out," replied Alex with a slight laugh.

Chad's expression seemed to change to less than thrilled at the mention of Nathaniel, and the news, and the kiss, "Yeah, it was quite a hard conversation to have with him."

"Forget about him, right now. Focus on yourself and what you want."

"That's just it, I don't know what I want. I mean, one day I'm with Nate, arguing over his schedule as usual, then the next I'm on every tabloid in the nation with rumors of you and I going to secret hotels to have flings in the middle of the night. It's all a bit too much for me right now."

"I can understand. Still, you're here, so that's a good thing."

"Alex, good or bad I am here."

"Good or bad, mate. At least you're here," Alex said with a smile.

The conversation continued with the normal small talk that anyone feeling awkward would make. Both men were, after all, potentially about to change their lives if everything went off as smoothly as Alex hoped. Alex didn't want Chad to decide to stay with Nathaniel. He wanted Chad back. Their two year seperation left him wanting him more than he did when they were together. Many times during the conversation Alex would touch Chad's hand with his, more often than not without rejection. Still, Alex couldn't hold back what he really wanted to tell Chad. It was as if something came over him and wouldn't let him sit still until he said what he had to.

"You know, Chad, I don't want to put this on you, but I have to say it. I want you back. We never really broke up. And I loved you so much that it hurt to be so far from you. I mean, I know you said you needed a little time to sort out your head, but now we're in the same city again and I don't want to be without you," spoke Alex tenderly.

Chad pondered the words for a moment before he spoke. They hadn't even ordered dinner yet and there was Alex spilling his guts. "You know, Alex, I loved you too. You're an awesome guy. You're funny, spontaneous, passionate, and caring. I never had a bad time with you. But then you went to Perth to play there, and I went to Sydney to play here. I didn't want that long distance relationship you were talking about. I never expected you to ask for a trade here to be with me especially since I was already married."

Alex paused a moment before he spoke wondering if Chad was about to tell him to get lost or whether he was going to tell him that he was wanting to start back where they left off if at all possible. "I guess that I never expected to miss you so much. I mean, I know you weren't into any long distance relationship, but what was I suppsoed to do? That day when you found out you were drafted by Sydney, I was already to go to Sydney with you, but then Perth decided to draft me. It broke my heart. I tried to get out of it, but you know how these teams are. It's all about money and no one was willing to pay what they wanted."

"I know, trust me I know about these owners. Still, what I wanted wasn't possible then. I wanted us to be together. You couldnt get out of Perth, and I was here where I wanted to be. Now you're back and want me to drop everything for you."

"What's so wrong with that?"

Chad paused a second, "I guess if the situation was different, then I could. But, I'm married."

"Tell me you know you don't feel the same about me that you used to. Tell me that and I will leave you alone," replied Alex with some anxiety.

Chad finally had to figure out what he wanted in that moment. The one question that he didn't want to have asked. He answered, "I can't tell you that. Honestly I can't." He sighed deeply, "I missed you so much. Now you're here. Now I can have you again, and...." Chad stopped.

"And what?"

"And that scared me to death."

The waiter came over to take their orders, but it was evident by the look on both faces that eating wasn't something that was going to happen. They explained to the waiter they had to leave and gave him a nice tip for his trouble. Alex had Chad follow him to his sports car parked outside. The pair quickly exited and entered the car in the hopes no one would see them.

"You parked outside?" Chad asked excitedly once he was in the car.

"You expected me to park three block away so that everyone could see you if you got into my car?"

"Fair point," Chad answered as Alex drove off into the main street. As Alex turned left at the next intersection, Chad wondered where they were going because, at this moment, he knew he could be seen near the palace in Alex's car. That would spell disaster. "Where are you taking me?"

"My place," replied Alex firmly, "We can talk there and not have to worry about too many people seeing us."

The ride didn't take long as Alex lived in a condo not far from the CBD. The affluent neighborhood gave natural privacy to the pair as they drove through the streets to Alex's place. While driving, Alex reached his hand over and grabbed Chad's like he used to whenever he drove him somewhere. Chad just smiled comfortably.

When they arrived at the building, Alex parked the car in his space. He ushered Chad quickly to the stair leading to his place. Once inside, he motioned to Chad to sit on the couch while he walked to the bedroom to hang up his sports coat. Chad sat on the far end of the couch. Upon Alex's return, Chad felt comfortable enough to remove his suit coat and hang it on the back of the couch.

As Alex sat down, he smiled again at Chad. He left a seat between him and Chad to help Chad feel more comforable in his surroundings.

"You know, Chad, it's been a while since you and I were in a place alone to ourselves," he spoke with a smile.

"And equally so it's been a while since we've had a long conversation about our relationship. And, that's what we need to talk abo...."

Alex interrupted Chad with just his finger as he placed it against his lips. Chad was unsure of why such an action was taken, but he followed the silent request. Alex then removed his finger from Chad's lips and leaned in and kissed him. This time there was no resistance from Chad. In that instant, he could feel his emotions for Alex returning quickly. He began to reach behind Alex and pull him closer, almost on top of him as he slid down to make room and protect the lamp on the end table. He took his hands and rubbed Alex's chest, then further down to his stomach and well crafted abs. He reached under his shirt and continued to feel Alex's body. He pulled him in closer.

As the pair continued their activities, one member of the paparazzi had been following Chad, though at a distance. As the pair continued to remove their clothes he waited for just the right moment with his telephoto lens. Once they were in the throws of passion, he snapped the pictures, with Chad and Alex unaware that he was taking them.

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Imperial Palace

Thomas Lloyd received a message from Garrett Niles about the denial for a visa for the Pop group Scarlett Belle.

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To: Thomas Lloyd
From: Garrett Niles, Chrinthani Records, Inc.

Mr. Lloyd,

My purpose in writing you today is to request to be able to beseech the emperor to help get the Byzantines to approve a visa for the female duo group, Scarlett Belle.  They've been denied their visa because, as Prince Theseus stated, that their music violated the Byzantine Morality Laws.  We feel this is a gross injustice and would like Emperor Nathaniel to speak to Emperor Tiberius on our behalf to see if some arrangements could be made.  We find that in todays modern world our nation must take a stand to protect the freedoms of not just Chrinthani's, but those around the world. 

We hope that the emperor will grant our request.  We also hope that the emperor can assist us in getting the ladies into Byzantium and perform for their fans in Byzantium.

Garrett Niles,
Vice President of Operations,
Chrinthani Records, Inc.


Thomas didn't quite understand what all the fuss was about. In his mind every nation was allowed to govern themselves as they saw fit, but he wasn't one to take a request to beseech the emperor as trivial. He would forward the message to Nathaniel who would read it at his earliest convenience.

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Once Nathaniel read the message, he was outraged. Certainly he knew that the Byzantines were strict with their morality laws, but he couldn't understand why a nation that would claim to be so close to Chrinthanium would cause so much trouble for entertainers. He also couldn't understand why Theseus would deny such a request. Certainly this had to come from Constantinople itself. Nathaniel knew that the only person who could get things done was Tiberius. Now, he had to hope that his request would be granted. So, Nathaniel wrote a message to Tiberius.

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To:  HIM Tiberius IV, Byzantine Emperor
From:  HIM Nathaniel IV, Chrinthani Emperor

Your Imperial Majesty,

I hope this message finds you in good health and in good spirits!  I first want to thank you for sending Prince Theseus to use as your ambassador here in Sydney.  He's a fine, upstanding young man who has a lot of potential to go far in life. 

I'm not a man to try to smooth things over with lovely words about your family members, though, so I will get right to the point.  It has been brought to my attention that a visa was denied for the Female Pop Group Scarlett Belle because their lyrics were to riske for your Morality laws.  While I certainly believe it your right to govern in the manner you see fit, I was hoping that you could make an exception in this case.  Their music might be a little blue in spots, but overall they are simple entertainers who cater to the younger generations.  Their music is extremely popular here in Chrinthanium and I am certain that there are those in Byzantium who've already heard these songs you're protesting.

 Personally, I believe you cannot legislate morality.  And I believe also that people have the right to chose what music they listen to.  I am certain that those who find their music less than appealing will not attend the concerts.  I also believe that those who do attend the concerts won't go home with any illicit ideas in their head.  It's just music.  Allowing the visa would be giving your people a vote of confidence also.  If they are as morally strict as you believe them to be, they most likely wouldn't attend such a concert and probably would cause the remaining Byzantine dates to be cancelled due to lack of interest.  Yet, if there are those who wish to listen, then by all means you should allow them the ability.  I don't believe that this will in anyway undermind their religion.

Thank you in advance for your assistance in this matter,

Nathaniel IV
By the Grace of God, of Chrinthanium and her Imperial Territories, Emperor, Defender of the Constitution, Protector of the People.

Once the message was sent, he hoped that Tiberius would allow the visa to go through. If not, this would possibly cause more problems than Tiberius was expecting.

[Kyr Shorn]

By the time Nathaniel had finished speaking, the smile that so often graced Yvette's face wasn't part of the mask of royal serenity that she usual wore but came from genuine happiness, something that she hadn't felt in months.

"Thank you Monsieur," Yvette replied, "I understand completely how you feel." While the lives of French Royalty wasn't as restricted as it was in other European Courts, by comparison to the Chrinthani's the Court of Versailles was conservative and highly formal by comparison with rigorous demands placed upon those who were born to Royalty.

Then after the Princess took a drink from her refilled cup, she offered Nathaniel a small scone from the refreshment plate.

"And while yes others see my appointment to your Court as an exile of sorts, I do agree with you that this is a golden opportunity for me, both personally and, dare I say, professionally."

Yvette then seemed to relax as she said this, "I haven't spoken of this to anyone until this moment, but I'm certain that it is in Chrinthanium that I will be able to come into my own."

Yvette then drank some more from her cup before refilling Nathaniel’s for him, then added, "And I hope that in the process that I might find many new friends here and that I could count you among them, Nate." a slightly amused tone entered her voice at using the nickname that so many in Chrinthanium used for their Emperor.

[Chrinthanium]

The National Inquiziter Offices

Chuck Yates was, for lack of a better term, the dirties paparazzi in all of Chrinthanium. He'd never respected the wishes of the emperor when it came to his private life. He was the one snapping photos during the funeral procession for Nicholas V from the Church to the cemetary. Following Nathaniel was big money in this game and he made a fortune off of the photos he sold. Most, if not all, of the illicit photos of Nathaniel during his late teens and up to now came from this man. He cared not for others privacy, but for his own gain.

Following Chad, on the other hand, wasn't something he was accustomed to either. However, knowing that the emperors husband was now potentially cheating on the emperor, well, he had no other idea in his head other than to follow and confirm the suspicions. He managed to catch a glimpse of Chad as he left the palace, and proceeded to tail the car to downtown Sydney. He'd watched them enter the restaurant, but took no pictures. He noticed them fleeing the restaurant, and followed. He watched them enter Alex's place, then found a perch from which he could stare through his telephoto lens until the money shot reared its head. And when it did, he snapped picture after picture after picture. Fourty pictures in total of Alex and Chad committing adultery before his very eyes.

As any good paparazzi, he instantly went to the office to download his pictures to the computer. Steamy, racey pictures of Alex and Chad in mid coitus would most certainly fetch a pretty penny. He smiled as he perused the pictures, taking pleasure in the fact that he'd beaten everyone in the empire to this event. Next he would select ten of the best pictures and submit them to his boss, Nancy Lawton, the Editor-in-Chief of the National Inquiziter. It would be up to her whether or not such pictures ever saw the light of day. She was about as dirty of a tabloid person as you could be without stepping over the legality line. It would be no time for her to reply to Chuck that the pictures were a go.

And in the morning edition, which was set to go to press in a couple hours, there would Alex and Chad's pictures be, quickly distributed around the nation and, perhaps, the globe. It didn't matter that with a few keystrokes and a nice slanderous article that she would summarily destroy three lives. It was about distribution and profit.

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Imperial Palace

Nathaniel finished up the meeting with Yvette as he reached for the kindly offered scone. He wasn't wanting the meeting to end, but the lateness of the hour, coupled with a few items still left on his place, required him to move about the rest of his business. Still, he wasn't about to be rude to the Princess.

"Your Royal Highness, I must admit that I could chat for hours with you and feel right at home in doing so. However, as you fully understand, I must beg forgiveness as I have to take care of some other matters," Nathaniel smiles as he spoke. He felt that a friendship was born in those moments, and that somehow, the pair would be talking often in court. "I hope that you'll be in court tomorrow. I'll introduce you to the movers and the shakers around the empire. You'll find our court a rather odd mixture simply because titles are honorary, not hereditary. I'll have Thomas go over how court works with you tomorrow at your convenience, if you don't mind."

Nathaniel motioned to the attendant to open the door for Her Royal Highness. As he did, the boy quickly bowed and followed through with the orders.

"Please, Your Royal Highness, I am here for you whenever you need me. Thomas Lloyd, my personal assistant, will give you all the contact information that you need. He's a smart man with a gentle quality."

Once Yvette said her goodbyes, Nathaniel returned to his office to make a few phone calls.

[Jatriqya and Hoya]

Constantinople, Byzantium

"Has this guy even HEARD of that little thing we like to call SOVEREIGNTY? If I didn't have to govern the country I'd go up to him and explain to him that he's a weak Emperor because he lets his power fly all around. I mean, the guy just approved a Prime Minister! Way to let power fly right through his fingers. He should make the Senate more like ours. It isn't like they can actually do anything. As Louis XIV would say, 'I am the state.'"

Thankfully, Tiberius wasn't saying this in front of the Byzantine Senate, because they might take offense, but essentially, it was true. All of the other Monarchies were weak compared the Byzantium's, having to suffer the qualms of the populace. Tiberius took pride in being the last absolute monarch in Europe, and he protected his title. He was just, but 'protected' the populace from things that might undermine the currently peaceful Empire. He just wouldn't have it.

On the other hand, Byzantium didn't have any Uranium of its own. Therefore, he might have to be more diplomatic. He flipped open his laptop and started typing out a response.

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To:  HIM Nathaniel IV, Chrinthani Emperor
From: HIM Tiberius VI, Byzantine Emperor

Your Imperial Majesty

I do not wish to debate the way in which we govern our Empires. I see myself as a shepherd that wishes not to see his sheep run astray in all direction.

In this case, I will allow His Imperial Highness Theseus Palaeologus make the final decision on the matter. Please refer to him for your enquiry. I'm sure he will make the right decision on my behalf.

I hope Prince Theseus will be able to help you,
Tiberius VI
His Imperial Majesty Emperor and Basileus of Byzantium, Augustus Caesar of the Eastern Roman Empire Descendent of the Caesars, Ecumenical Patriarch of Constantinople, and Protector of the Hellens
 

Chrinthanium

"Your Imperial Highness, a communication from His Imperial Majesty Tiberius VI."

'This can't be good,' Theseus thought as he picked up the tablet that one of the secretaries was handing him. 'Shit. Really? I didn't think I'd have to do this again. Why did Nathaniel have to go and complain to the Emperor. Does he not understand what kind of position this puts me in? I guess I'll have to see Nathaniel, and hopefully explain it to him. This simply isn't possible.'

Theseus lay down on the couches in his office, with his computer in front of him.

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To: HIM Nathaniel IV
From: HIH Theseus

Your Imperial Highness,

I do believe that you have already received notice about my dear cousin entrusting me with the hearing of your enquiry about the Visa decision made about the Chrinthani group Scarlett Belle. I would be happy to meet with you at your convenience to talk about the decision.

I look forwards to seeing you soon,

Prince Theseus Palaeologus

[Kyr Shorn]

Yvette's Beach house

The sun danced in the sky and the light shined upon the ocean waters as a Princess de France lay in a deckchair on her private stretch of beachfront property. The Princess Yvette slowly turned her head towards the small table near her chair, on it were a couple of briefing documents that she had just finishing reading and was now using as a coaster for her wine glass.

"Ah... pure bliss." Yvette thought to herself as she gazed lazily at the million dollar view, but sadly that moment of perfect bliss with the ocean in the morning light was broken by a shadow that emerged from her side.

"Jacques," Yvette said, not even having to bother looking up at her assistant, "What's up?"

"A lot Your Highness," Jacques replied, his face a stoic mask that would be the pride of any old Roman philosopher, though if that was tied to the reason he was here or because Yvette was only wearing a white micro bikini that displayed her well sculpted form was a matter of no small debate.

As Jacques Brillard handed the Princess a copy of the days National Inquiziter, unknown to either party was that an entrepreneurial photographer had been taking pictures with a telephoto lens several yards away out of sight.

"Ohmigod." Yvette said as she flipped through the pages, "Is that who I think it is?"

"Yes Your Highness," Jacques replied, "The Emperor-consort of Chrinthanium engaged in... relations with a gentleman that isn't Nathaniel IV."

At that Yvette raised an eyebrow but said nothing, his rather artful and tactful description of the subject matter of the photographs was impressive even by his standards.

"I would advise that Your Highness decline to comment on this particular subject, if it comes up in public of course." Jacques continued, "After all the situation is sensitive and deals with the personal life of the Chrinthani Emperor and would raise many issues in France if any associations emerged between yourself and the situation."

"Understatement of the year," Yvette muttered while flipping through the pages with a sigh of regret, "It's a pity that they are gay, the one called Alex is very easy on the eyes."

With the new government coming into power in France, the recently appointed ambassador to the Chrinthani Court needed to dodge scandal as best she could.

After glancing through the rest of the magazine Yvette then handed it back to Jacques and asked, "How will this affect my schedule?"

"We have yet to hear from the Palace about the meeting between yourself and Thomas Lloyd but I have little doubt that it will either have to be rescheduled or a lower ranking flunky will be sent instead." Jacques replied, "Other than that everything else should go according to schedule."

As the Princess Yvette de France and her Deputy Assistant discussed the day's itinerary, the photographer wrapped up getting his shots, his name was Liam Indigo, a freelance paparazzi who knew that stuff involving royalty was always worth a quick buck. "God this is going to be worth a pretty penny." he muttered to himself as he began to quietly walk back to his small jalopy.

After all, getting pics of a scantily clad (and very attractive) French Princess leafing through The National Inquiziter's scoop of the decade with some old dude looking on like a Jesuit priest out of his habit could and would be used by the media as a barometer of just how big this whole thing was.

[Chrinthanium]

The day had started without much fanfare for Nathaniel as he made his way through the corridors of the palace to his office. The typical walk seemed rather quieter than normal, however. Under normal circumstances, there would be people moving throught the palace doing whatever it was they did normally. Yet today, there wasn't a sole to be found. Everyone seemed to be standing in place, reading the newspaper. Nathaniel was also quite shocked that Thomas Lloyd appeared in casual clothing acting as if he'd just ran a marathon prior to coming to see the emperor.

"Thomas," Nathaniel said as he looked at Thomas queerly, "somehow I think I'm outta the loop this morning. Did the world end while I was sleeping?" Nathaniel chuckled nervously after he spoke.

Thomas just stared at Nathaniel without saying anything. It wasn't that he didn't try to say anything, but it was like words were escaping him. He just shook his head and handed Nathaniel the new National Inquizitor.

Nathaniel looked at the tabloid with curiousity for a single moment before the color drained from his face. In one instance he went from jovial to angry to sad faster than a gecko changing colors. He looked up from the paper and stared into Thomas' eyes directly as if he wanted Thomas to say this was a joke, or that somehow he was put up to this, yet Thomas did not respond in such a manner.

"I am so sorry, Imperial Majesty, to have to break the news to you this way," replied a melancholy Thomas, "It's in every tabloid, it's on the news, it's everything people are talking about."

Nathaniel appeared lethargic, speaking nothing but saying everything with the saddened look upon his face.

"I..... I don't know what to say, sir." replied Thomas.

"Say, uh, nothing, Thomas. Just say nothing." Nathaniel shook his head, "Don't say a goddamned word." The look upon Nathaniel's face returned to anger, "Get that son of a bitch in this palace as soon as possible!"

People came peaking out from office doors and around corners as the sound of their emperor shouting was something quite uncommon within the confines of the Imperial Palace. His tone of voice conveyed his hurt and anger without anyone having to ask a single question. It was the kind of shouting that only someone who was hurt so deeply could muster.

"I want him in the thone room within the hour, Thomas, or so help me god I will turn this empire upside down until he gets his ass here! How dare he! HOW DARE HE!"

Thomas quickly walked over to Nathaniel's side as he spoke, "Yes, Imperial Majesty, I will get him here."

Nathaniel's breathing became erratic as beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He started grabbing his stomach, and bending forward as if he were going to vomit.

"Get the Imperial Doctor! GET A MOVE ON IT!" shouted Thomas as members of the IMperial staff went running to assist their emperor.

Nathaniel collapsed to the ground in a heap, his breathing fast, his heart pounding, drained of all semblence of color in his face, and crying. Thomas knew not what to do. He didn't want the palace staff to see him like this, but he dare not move Nathaniel either. Thomas bent down to Nathaniel's ear and spoke, "Imperial Majesty, we must get you to your apartment here in the palace. We must get you to a private place. Let' me help you up...."

"Don't touch me, Thomas! Don't fucking touch me! Leave me be!" replied Nathaniel as he gathered his strength and began to stand up from his fallen position. As he gathered his senses for a moment, and stood upright again, he dusted himself off, rebuttoned his suit coat, and adjusted his tie. His teary eyes sparkled in the sunlight as he spoke again this time in a low, angry tone, "Don't do anything. Just leave me be."

"Imperial Majesty, please, sire, please go to your apartment. I will cancel your appointments for the day," replied a concerned Thomas.

"You just get that fucking asshole in this palace within the hour, or I will have your head," replied Nathaniel with sheer anger in his face and voice.

For the first time ever, Thomas believed Nathaniel would follow through on a thread and immediately produced his cell phone and began calling the Praetorian commanders as the Imperial Doctor came running into the hallway.

The doctor, a man of around 65 with a bald head and white eye brows, hurried himself to the emperor's side with his doctors bag in hand. Nathaniel waved him off with an angry look, but the doctor remained nearby.

As if the scene couldn't be more chaotic, there came a familiar voice from the hallway, "You don't have to execute Thomas to find me, I am right here." Chad appeared from around a corner with a most nervous look upon his face. His every movement was forced, his body trembled as he neared the angry Nathaniel. Thomas looked around the hallway and motioned for everyone to clear out, giving Nathaniel and Chad a few moments of privacy.

Nathaniel gave a look to Chad that couldn't be described easily outside of it being a combination of anger, and sadness. He didn't say anything, nor did he have to as he just held the front page of the tabloid up and pointed at it.

Chad, in turn said nothing. He feared that any words spoken would sign his death warrent for it was still considered treason to cheat on the emperor--especially in such a way.

Nathaniel threw the newspaper to the ground, then looked back at Chad. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and eyes, then looked back at Chad again and spoke, "You're to have your stuff out of here within the day, and outside of that we shall have no more contact."

Chad couldn't understand the response, "Nathaniel..... that's it?"

"Yes, that's it. Why ask questions when I already have the answers. And, that's Your Imperial Majesty to you, Mr. Kelley. You are hereby striped of your ranks and titles, you are hereby banned from the Imperial Palace with the execption to retrieve your belongings. Were I not the man I am, and were this a different time, I would have your head placed on a pike on the palace wall. You shall be spared any and all difficulties if you remove yourself from this place within the day, never to return."

"I'm.... I'm sorry, Your Imperial Majesty......." replied Chad with a whimper.

"It's too late to apologize, Mr. Kelley," Nathaniel spoke.

"Guards!" shouted Nathaniel. Four Praetorians came running to the emperor with a few seconds, "Please escort Mr. Kelley to the Imperial apartment where he will retrieve his things. Then, please escort him from the Imperial Palace and it's grounds. Anything he forgets and later reminds me of I will have shipped to him. Outside of this, he shall have no more access to any othe rooms of the palace. He shall not be allowed to be in the same room as myself, nor is he allowed to speak to me, or any of my brothers while in this place. He is no longer a relation of mine, nor does he hold any titles of the imperial family, or of the empire any longer."

"Yes, Imperial Majesty!" shouted the highest ranking guard, a corporal, who quickly followed Nathaniel's orders.

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Nathaniel then went to his private office to deal with some business that required his attention. The normal pile of papers awaiting his signature were there, including some bills which he needed to sign into law or veto. The beeping of his computer alerted him to incoming e-mails. Most of which were people voicing their support of Nathaniel in this time. News travels fast around here, he thought. Then came two messages, one from Tiberius, one from Theseus. The one from Tiberius would be replied to in time as he was in no mood to debate what he considered the God-given right of Freedom of Choice. To Theseus, he would issue an immediate reply.

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To:  HIH Prince Theseus
From:  HIM Nathaniel IV

Your Imperial Highness,

I find myself at an impass.  While I wish to fight for the rights of my citizens, I feel that I shall not be given a fair hearing in which to voice my greivances against your government at this moment.  Still, I am willing to meet with you in my office around 3:30pm this afternoon to discuss further the current situation.  Your cousin's response was less-than-positive, and I am certainly reconsidering my impressions of him as time goes on.

Thank you for your time,

Nathaniel IV
By the Grace of God, of Chrinthanium and her Imperial Territories, Emperor.  Defender of the Constitution, Protector of the People.

He hoped Theseus would understand his reasoning for wanting to discuss in person, but at the same time, hoped that Theseus would be more than receptive to his ideas.