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Schreave Palace. Sacramento, province of Angeles. 2 months and 3 weeks into the selection.
It was the week of Thanksgiving in Illèa and the entire country was ready for the day of feasting. The palace was no exception. A massive feast was being prepared for the grand celebration later that week. Meanwhile, King Peter only had 2 more solo dates left and the next one was with Kit Brenton. For her solo date, Kit had wanted to something simple: a picnic in the royal garden. Peter had a buffet sent in from a local restaurant. He wanted to give the royal chef a break after all the work they had put in on the Thanksgiving feast. Once Peter was finally given a moment of peace from dealing with the Radical Right Rebellion, he went to Kit and planned their first solo date.
"I'm glad you could finally spare some time for me." Kit said with a smile as they both admired the spread laid before them.
"Me too, it's so hard to have any time for the selection, let alone myself." Peter replied as he dug into a plate of honey barbecue boneless wings.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Kit said with pity as she too began to eat.
"It's all part of the job, I'm afraid." Peter insisted as he cleaned his hands after eating several wings.
"Really, I didn't know that." Kit said wistfully as she kept eating. She knew damn good and well that being a monarch was not all fun and games, but she had not expected all of the turmoil that Peter was now facing as his own subjects rose up in rebellion against him.
"Yeah, it's not all parties & princesses, I'm afraid." The King chuckled as Kit couldn't help but frown. She knew that the other girls saw her as merely an airhead, but was it possible that Peter shared the sentiment. The thought upset her dearly as the two continued their private picnic in the garden.
Thanksgiving Day. Royal Banquet Hall.
On the day of Thanksgiving, the annual feast was held for all within the palace. Peter arrived first, followed by his mother, who had flown down to be with her adopted son and his adoptive brother, who had returned from Midston the night before. As the Elites filed into the banquet hall for the Thanksgiving feast, Phina was the first in line, wearing a lovely dress. She and Peter locked eyes as she took her place at the table. They wanted to say something to end the awkwardness between them, but neither was ready to admit their mistakes, so they said nothing. Savannah Burdne soon followed, looking as proper as ever. Catalina Espinosa soon followed, looking pleased with herself because his majesty had spent another night in her bed. Soon, Selina, Kat, Eva, Eloise, and Pyra all followed in, wearing various formal dresses. Sitting at the far end, was Christa Aske. She had been getting some nasty looks from everyone, but did her best to ignore them and focus on why she was there. Suddenly, Peter stood up and clinked his glass with a spoon.
"Friends, family, subjects all!" He announced as he raised his glass. "During these hard times, it is more important than ever to give thanks to the Lord for all of the good in our lives. To that I say, may we all have a happy Thanksgiving!"
"HAPPY THANKSGIVING YOUR MAJESTY!" everyone declared as they drank a toast to Peter's health.
As all of the traditional Thanksgiving dishes were brought out, it was clear that the royal chef and the rest of his staff had spared no expense in celebrating the National day of thanks. As everyone feasted on the massive feast, it was nice to be able to relax and forget about the rebellion and the constant competition for the hand of the King.Eventually, the main meal had been devoured and the Pumpkin pie was brought out with a ton of whipped cream to put on top of it. After the pie had been consumed and everyone in the banquet hall was feeling especially stuffed, Peter's brother approached him.
"Brother...I would like to present someone to you." Trayvon said as Peter nodded his head.
"All right Trayvon." The King replied as Trayvon clanked his glass with a spoon.
"Presenting...the provincial attorney of Midston: Christa Aske!" The Baron of Yonkers declared as Miss Aske walked up and curtsied before the sovereign.
"Your majesty." She said with her head bowed.
"Miss Aske...I welcome you to my court." Peter said in return as he motioned for her to rise. "Please join me in my office." Christa nodded as she followed King Peter out of the banquet hall.
Office of the King. Later that day.
Once the door was closed, the King of Illèa turned to the provincial attorney of Midston.
"His grace, the Baron of Yonkers gave the explanation for the Radical Right Rebellion that you wrote." Peter said with a small smile. "After reflection, I find that your reasoning for the uprising in Midston has some merit. I care more about the welfare of my subjects that loyalty to any political party."
"I am pleased to hear that, your majesty." Aske replied with a shy smile at his words.
"I have decided that his Grace, the Baron of Yonkers will establish a forum for the rebels to air their grievances and to discuss peaceful solutions to the problems that led to this rebellion. In addition, I will offer a royal pardon to all rebels who lay down their arms and swear their fealty to the crown." Peter continued as he put his hand on Christa's shoulder. "And then, to show my subjects in Midston how great my love is for them, I myself shall come to New Orleans; and it is there, Miss Aske, that I shall announce who I have chosen to be my Queen." This was more than Christa or the rebels had been hoping for and she was overcome with joy.
"Your majesty is most gracious." She insisted with a grin: "I swear to you that you shall have no more loving and loyal subject in the whole of your realm than those in Midston." Peter planted a kiss on her hand as he was relieved that she was accepting his offer.
"One more thing, Miss Aske: In your account...you made several derogatory remarks about Prime Minister Quince Bush and how he is running my government."
"Your majesty, I..." Christa started to say.
"It's all right...I agree with you that he has overstepped his bounds, but I beg you to be civil towards the man; at least for now." Peter pleaded as Christa nodded. She didn't want to risk everything she had gained just to get her kicks against the ultra liberal.
IS THE RADICAL RIGHT REBELLION OVER AT LAST?REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.
