OOC
12-9-22
By order of the King, Telmo Gonzalo is not to be allowed on the Palace Grounds. Upon arrival, Señor Gonzalo is to be told that he is not worthy of being the People’s servant. Parliament must choose someone else.
- His Royal Majesty
Gonzalo read the note again and again as the guard waved them by the Parliament’s gates and cameras flashed through the windows. He hardly even noticed himself getting out of the car and turning to face the reporters.
“The King has spoken,” the words spilled from his mouth. “He has shown that the constitution of 1937 is at the mercy of the King. That monarchy, which we thought was subdued, has chosen to assert itself over the issue of an accident. I am not without fault in that ordeal, but the King is using this as a chance to regain power.” He stared out into the crowd, his face red. “We will not allow it.”
With almost as fluid and about-face as the Gate Master had done, Gonzalo turned and stormed up the stairs to Parliament. Once inside, he was met by a crowd of UWP MPS.
“What have you done?” one of them blurted out. “You might as well have declared war!”
“War?” Gonzalo scoffed back at him. “War has already begun, Eirno! The King, that damned priest, has left this country without a government!” He kept walking down the hall as he talked, the small crowd following behind him, concern written across their faces.
“But what can we do?” another called out from the back.
Gonzalo spun on his heel, his overcoat swinging behind him. “If that man can ignore almost a hundred years of precedent, then we can ignore him! What command does he really have? We will keep operating as normal. Eirno, summon the ministers. Natan, organize an interparty meeting for noon. We will see where the parties stand.”
“Sir,” Eirno stuttered, “We’ve been trying to do that since the moment your car left this morning. The Opposition hasn’t responded to any calls.”
Gonzalo thought for a moment. “Well, we have the majority, we’ll do it alone. Just summon the ministers!”