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Illéan Capital Building. Sacramento. Province of Angeles. The next day.
Peter was woken up at the crack of dawn the next morning to prepare for his addressing of the King's congress. He and Trayvon, along with officer Claude Eisenhower were driven to the capital building in incognito. Very few people in the capital knew that Peter was here or why he was here and the powers that be thought it was best to keep it that way until the time was right.
When they arrived, the bodyguard led them through a lower entrance that was regularly closed off to the general public. They were brought up into the center of the building and were led into the Prime Minister's office where sure enough, they found Quince Bush waiting for them.
"Peter Schreave, at last you have returned to your true home." Bush said as he gave the king to be a hearty handshake.
"I am...happy to be here, Prime Minister." Peter said as he shook the man's hand. He was still unsure about being King, but it was simply too late to back out now.
"I have called a session of the King's Congress and I will explain everything before I introduce you to your potential subjects." The prime minister explained as he led Peter and his entourage to the hall outside the main congressional chamber.
"All right Prime Minister." The king to be replied as he sat on a bench with Trayvon while officer Eisenhower. While Quince Bush addressed the congress, Trayvon looked at his brother who was looking nervous as Hell.
"Are you doing all right bro?" He asked as Peter shook his head.
"Nah bro, I'm freaking out!" The heir to the Illèan throne exclaimed as he stood up and began pacing around. "I am not ready for this, I'm just not. I don't know anything about being king!"
"You will learn on the job Peter!" Trayvon exclaimed in return as he faced his adoptive brother. "This is so much bigger than you or me. This is about Illèa, a free Illèa! For years, all we've been doing is complaining about how Maxon II ran things, this is our chance to change them; to right wrongs."
"But what if I make things worse?" Peter asked.
"That's why I'm here to help you, do right by your people Peter...and if you want, score some ladies." Trayvon answered as the brothers chuckled and hugged it out. After what seemed like hours, a congressional page came out and motioned for them to come in. The three men walked into the chamber where Prime Minister Bush greeted them with a smile.
"My fellow congressmen and women...I present to you, the son of the late Prince Dallas...the last Schreave, Peter Truman Schreave!" All of the congresspeople gasped and whispered among themselves as Peter took to the podium. It took a few moments for Peter to find his voice, but when he did, he stepped up to the microphone.
"Um...hello, my congressmen and women." He said as he faced the legislative mob. "My name is Peter Schreave. You know, a couple weeks ago...I didn't know that I was royalty. I have spent these last twenty five years of my life as a commoner. Personally, I think that is a very good thing. As we witnessed under the reign of my predecessor, the needs and wants of the Illèan people were largely ignored in favor of his petty wants and selfish gains. My hope is that I can recognize the needs of the common people because I am one of them." After a moment of silence, the Congress began to applaud Peter. The heir was pleasantly surprised to the positive reaction he received.
"Now, we must vote." Quince replied as he pounded his gavel. "Will this body accept Peter Schreave as the next King of Illèa?" In the end, 20 Congress people voted for Peter, 11 voted against him and 4 abstained from voting. Trayvon embraced Peter as Prime minister Bush came over to congratulate them.
"Congratulations Peter, now all that's left is your coronation which will occur in 3 days time." He explained.
"I'm ready." Peter said as he mustered up all his determination.
NEXT TIME, PETER IS CROWNED KING OF ILLÈA. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.