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Schreave Palace. Province of Angeles. 3 months and 2 weeks into the selection.

Things were truly troubling as Peter's coma neared 2 weeks. After Prime Minister Bush gained more emergency powers from the King's Congress, he used them to reneg on the deal that the King had made and crush the Radical Right Rebellion. The Prime Minister called up units from the provinces of Sumner, Clermont, Tammins, and Carolina. The rebels eventually began to crumble against so many troops with an unlimited supply of weapons. Along with increased bombing raids, it eventually became too much and the rebels collapsed. Hundreds of rebels were slaughtered and those who weren't were quickly hanged as war criminals. There were protests every day, but Prime Minister Bush didn't care in the least. He was on a mission to wipe away any remnants of conservatism in Illèa. General Evers and Captain Forbes were convicted in a mock trial and were publicly hanged on Bourbon Street as a warning to all of the Big Easy. Quince would have executed Christa Aske too, but there was still a chance that the King could wake up, so had her sentence commuted to life without parole. Even the King's Congress was getting worried at Bush's increasing power. The country needed a miracle and luckily they got one.


Savannah Burdne had managed to convince the Baron of Yonkers to let her see King Peter once again. He was still comatose in bed to their dismay as a nurse was checking his vitals.

"The doctors are getting worried that he might not ever wake up." Trayvon sighed as Sav went over and knelt next to him on the bed.

"Look Peter, you need to wake up right now." She demanded as she squeezed his hand. "Bush is taking your power away and you can't let him. He's going to run Illèa into the ground unless you stop him. We need you...I need you!" Sav was quiet for a moment before she leaned in and kissed Peter on the cheek. As Sav kissed his cheek, Peter's eyes fluttered open & the first thing he saw was the look of joy on Sav's face as he softly smiled.

"Sav…please don't ever leave…" he begged softly as he was still trying to recover his wits.

""I won't Peter." She vowed with a grin. "How are you feeling?"

"A little light headed…but I think i'll live." Peter replied as he held Sav's hand in his.

"Peter...I know the timing couldn't be worse, but right now, the country needs you." The Baron insisted. "Quince Bush is in a power trip. He has executed at least 400 people in Midston without a trial and it doesn't look like he's done yet. You need to shut his ass down, bro." The King was silent for a moment before he started to sit up.

"Your majesty, you just came out of a coma, you aren't at full health yet." The nurse remarked.

"By the time I am, Bush might have spilled more blood." Peter shot back as he tried to stand up. Sav quickly went to him and helped him stand.

"Peter please, let me help you." She pleaded as Peter nodded.

"Trayvon, fetch me a suit." Peter ordered as Sav helped him to his feet. "I need to fire my prime minister.


Illèan Capital Building. Later that day.

Eventually, King Peter got dressed and he was accompanied down to the capital by Miss Burdne, officer Claude Eisenhower, and the Baron of Yonkers. Peter was still rather weak from his coma, so he was forced to put his arm around Sav as she helped walk him inside. Ironically, Bush was hosting a session of the King's Congress when Peter burst in. All of the congress people were shocked to see him alive and walking. None more so than the prime minister himself.

"Your majesty, we are so glad to see that you have survived the attempt on your life." Bush said with a crocodile smile.

"And I will survive the attempt on my reign as well!" Peter growled as Sav led him to the podium. "You pushed more troops into Midston, you imprisoned provincial attorney Aske, and you have signed hundreds of death warrants without my knowledge or consent. That is treason!"

"Your majesty, with all due respect, you were in a coma for 2 weeks." Quince argued. "Someone had to run this government and put an end to those filthy conservative traitors."

"They only rose up because you outlawed the party and started policing religions!" Sav argued in return.

"Silence woman, the men are talking." Bush said dismissively which got Peter to see red.

"No, you silence!" The monarch roared as Sav kept Peter standing. "You only care about what is best for you, not what is best for Illèa. The prime minister needs to unite the country; not divide it. Quince Bush, you are relieved of your duties as prime minister, effective immediately. Officer Eisenhower, arrest that man!"

"Quince Bush, I arrest you in the name of the King!" Claude declared as he cuffed Bush's wrists.

"How dare you!" He shouted as he was led out. "You can't do this to me...I put that crown on your head, I made you!"


Schreave Palace. Later that evening.

After Bush had been removed, Peter went back to bed, but not before having one last moment with Savannah Burdne.

"I wasn't strong enough to face down Bush on my own today…thank you for letting me lean on you." Peter said with a smile of gratitude.

"It's ok...I'll be here for you." Sav promised as she squeezed his hand in hers. At that moment, Peter felt like he might make it through all this in one piece.