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La Danza de la Reforma; The Queen's Vision Comes To Pass
Topic Started: Mar 4 2015, 02:13 AM (60 Views)
Colcintra
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Palacio de los Reyes
Fájarça, Oeslan


“Where is the Queen,” demanded Julio Bernardo de Pollar, the Crown Minster of Oeslan, “I demand to see her at once!”

Minister Julio, a tall and plump man, from the south Oeslan, was obviously distressed, as he barked his commands at the men of the Guarda Real, who were actively blocking his way into the palace. Although it was a little colder than usual for this time of the year, usually hovering around 13°C but has been 3°C for the past few months, his rage seemed to vibrate the molecules in the immediate area, generating a cloud of heat, to accompany his rage. Nonetheless, the stationed men held steadfast in the palace’s main entryway.

“Your Grace, the Queen is not accepting visitors at this time; Her Majesty, if your issue is of some importance to Her, then She shall summon you when She sees fit,” states on of the guards.

“You understand who I am yet bare me from exercising my right by my station?! I will have you reassigned so fast, you wouldn’t even have time to—“

“That’s enough, Julio,” orders Queen Cataliña, as she emerges from the corridor behind her guards. Her dress, coloured of the purist of white and imbued with delicate yet bold blends of gold.

“Let him through, We were just on Our way to summon him anyway. Come along now.”

With a smug pull of his suit jacket, he smiles to the guards, in a mocking manner, as if he were saying ‘told you so,’ or something quite unbecoming for a man of his position. But as fast as he did that, he continued through and hurried to fall into step with Cataliña, as she makes her way to their destination.

“Cataliña, if I may start off, I have to discuss a matter of grave importance. Parliament, as is most important to our political system, is filled with the poison of plotting and dark deeds; I’ve even discovered that a vote of no confidence is moving through the channels! This may very well be unprecedented, that it’s never happened in recent history and the fact remains that—“

Minister Julio continues to ramble on and on, seeming to never stop complaining about himself and what others are thinking or may be doing, just pure speculation (or what it truly is, utter bullshit). Navigating the halls, the Queen and Minister arrive at their destination, what’s called the Sala del Recuerdo (Hall of Remembrance).

This room/hall holds great importance to the Royal Family of Oeslan, as seen by the designation by King Fernando in the 16th century. He wished to have a place of great reminiscing, honour, and solemnness, for those who were most important to the Crown, the land, and the people. Murals and depictions of fantastic battles and grandiose events adorned the wall, and just a few centimetres away from the wall, hangs a very thin, lace veil, in the colour of black. In the centre of the room is a rug of rich accents, in the various colours of crimson and black (fitting for those who call the room the ‘Death Hall’) and atop it were two plush single-seat chairs and a sofa, that sits two comfortable, with a modest mahogany table in centre of the triangle that the three pieces of furniture created. Hanging from the vaulted ceiling was a tri-tiered light fixture, emitting a warm, but not to bright glow to the room, fitting to the nature of the room and not as if the sun was in company as well. And just as the grand rug was coloured, so are the walls, but of velvet and not of paint.

Breaking decorum, as he’s already done multiple times in the short time he’s been there today, he seats himself to his pleasure, before the Queen even has the chance to make it to area to decide on her seating arrangement.

“...don’t you agree, Cataliña, uh, my queen,” posing a question, after ending his marathon of speech and nonsense.

Queen Cataliña smiles pleasantly, (finally) taking a seat in one of the plush, single seats (although she would have elected for the sofa), and crosses her legs at her ankles, angling them slightly. Placing her hands in her lap, she responds.

“Not quite, in fact, not at all, as you may see it. We’re quite aware of the dark deeds and deceitful plots that take place in Our Parliament. And we’re keen on the move to oust you as Our Crown Minister. Yet, We haven’t done a single thing but to gather intelligence. And do you know what We’ve learned in the past three months? A lot about you and your cronies. And to top it, We know of your plan to commit Regicide, against an anointed and divinely enthroned Queen; a crime against God himself and must be dealt with as such.”

“But how did—“

“It’s time for you to disappear; We only kept you to placate the south from revolting however, We have a firm grasp on Our Crown and Our Nation. And as such, you and your conspirators will be tried. You will be stripped of everything given and earned and sent down to the lowest of low places. You will be killed. And We’re aware that the Crown cannot perform state executions, but a way will be found. We’re steadfast to change what is wrong with Our nation.”

Cataliña stands up from her seat, and smooth her dress from where it wrinkled while she was sitting. “But first, We must go to Parliament. It’s time that the bleeding stop and the healing to begin, starting with your de-investiture.”

“Your Majesty, I must respectfully decline. I will not allow this to happen!” He rises fast, “and my plans were just, for the betterment of the nation. And that includes killing you.”

“Good, then We feel the say way of one another.”

She nods her head, resulting in four guards to enter the room. Continuing to talk to Julio, she doesn’t turn around to face him, instead starting to head out of the room.

“You don’t have a choice. We will it and it shall be done. You may follow and show face or be dragged along, either way works for Us.”

His silence was more telling than if he had said a thousand words; he kept quite and followed; Julio realised that he was defeated. And from then on, would it only get worse.
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Cortes Oeslañolas
Palacio de las Cortes
Fájarça, Oeslan


Queen Cataliña and Minister Julio, both guarded by the Guarda Real, although with the guards also steering Julio’s movements (since he’s detained, for all intents and purposes), arrive at the Palacio de las Cortes (Palace of the Courts), where holds the Cortes Oeslañolas, the name of the Parliament of Oeslan. As was the standard protocol, the streets surrounding the Cortes were blocked off and closed to make way for the Sovereign’s transport, ensuring more safety and security in her whereabouts, as well as when the Crown Minister would travel but the circumstances were different for him, at least.

The Palacio de las Cortes (Palace of the Courts), completed in 1864, is one of great mass and land space. The building itself was made of a great quality, and quantity, marble, as was willed by King Alejandro III [r. 1807 - 1824], who decreed it so in honour of his mother, Queen Ysabel IV [b./r/.d. 1748 – 1792 - 1807], who died slowly from influenza. At its front/main entrance, there is ramp that connects to the road in front of the property, in a half circle fashion, and occupying the space between it and the road, is a fountain erected between 1864 and 1868. In the centre, a basin of water and a base of ornate decorations sit. Topping the fountain is a statue of Çiela María, the first Queen of Oeslan to rule in her own right. National legend holds her to a high degree, as she’s known to bring both the True Religion and culture to Oeslan, in a land that was once barren and damned. She’s dressed in flowing garments, as she wore mostly, with a gilded helmet; her left hand carries a sceptre tipped with a spear, and in her right carries an golden orb that is topped with an angel holding a crown. Below her lye four figures, who are representative embodiments of the four greatest segments of the realm, each holding, respectively, a book, a harp, a telescope, and a coin-purse.

As the door of the Corentré C8E was opened by one of the guards, at the top of the ramp, Queen Cataliña steps out, held in one hand by her handmaiden, and proceeds to walk up the steps into the building to the grand portico, through the golden portal into the vestibule of Ionic pillars, then onto the Gran Salón de la Fuerza, where awaits the Celebrante of the House of Nobleza, the leader of the upper house of the Cortes. (Don Julio is left in the vehicle, under the same guard as before.)

The walls, as in compliance with the marble building, was decorated and lined with niches, of statues of past great persons of importance to the Crown and the nation. Above the niches, which ran from the entrance into the atrium, was a painted depiction of many scenes, of the blessing of Law, the light of Faith, and the persona of [Oeslanish] Culture. Overhead the entryway that leads into the next area, the Grand Hall of Strength (Gran Salón de la Fuerza), is another painted depiction of a vague allegorical enthronement of Oeslan on her throne. And to represent the motto of Oeslan, “Our Light Illuminates The World” (Nostri Lux Illuminat Mundum), are people of both genders, dressed to represent different segments of society in Oeslan, in various actions superimposed over a glowing globe.

The Grand Hall of Strength obtained its name from the 36 solid marble pillars, all of 17 tonnes apiece, and for its strength of holding the loads from the roof, which too was of marble, was known as such. In the centre of the ceiling was a skylight to let in the natural light of the sun in the day, made of opaque glass that was etched with the arms of the Cortes, so that when the sunlight beams through, the shadow it creates on the floor below was the coat of arms of the Cortes. The floor is made of a concrete base, on which highly polished marble sits atop, of complicated process to achieve.

Splintering off from the Great Hall of Strength are sub-corridors that lead to the chamber of the House of Citizens (Cámara de los Ciudadanos), to the left, and the chamber of the House of Nobility (Cámara de los Nobleza). Opposite the vestibule area is another entrance, the way for the Sovereign to enter the Cortes through, which was a copy of the vestibule, the main entrance of the Cortes, however was gilded in a more ornate manner, as well as affixed in front of the corridor, a golden gate that sit closed and restricted from normal passing, save the Sovereign. (Although, Queen Cataliña elected to not use this entrance, for her visit was not scheduled for preparation.) The capitals of the pillars were gilded with 24-carat gold, which were complimented a painting with a golden background, which ran the course of the wall, of the duties of the Cortes that were granted by the monarch.

As the click of her high heels continued to echo in the hall, Celebrante Don Diego Ramón de la Paz slightly tilts his head towards Queen Cataliña, not needing to bow like others due to his high station, while acknowledging her presence.

“Mi Reina,” he says, “I’ve gathered the Cortes as quickly as you commanded; the Cortes have been briefed and separated into their respective chambers, in the manner as you dictated. The press have been positioned as well. If I may, Your Majesty, what is of great urgency?”

Cataliña gestures for him to join her, as she begins to pivot left, heading towards the doors that lead to the Chamber, which holds the House of Ciudadanos.

“The future, dear Diego, and the now.”

Diego was to press on, but figured two things: 1) If the Queen wanted to tell him more in detail, she would have done so, and 2) She was most likely about to announce the reasoning anyway. Guards stationed at the door shift to attention, as the Queen and Celebrante approach the doors. Without a moment to spare, the guards open the doors, clearing the war for the two to pass. As they pass though the threshold and into the chamber, the Keeper of the Chamber exclaims to the House, “Her Most Royal and Catholic Majesty, Queen Cataliña, and His Honourable Nobleship, Celebrante Don Diego Ramón.” The chatter that was rampant throughout the chamber ceased, and what replaced it was the movement of everyone rising from their seats.

The Chamber of the House of Ciudadanos, expanded from the original 200 seats to now just less than 500, was a vast room that, from its decorations, gave it a sense of importance and power. The chamber has two levels of viewing galleries, with the lower viewing level having an area, in the centre, for the Royal Family, save the ruling sovereign, who is seated on the main level, elevated and facing the members of the House. To the left is where the Royal Cabinet sits, while to the right is reserved for foreign diplomats to Oeslan. On the upper viewing level is where the public can gather to observe the legislators below, except for times when it’s only designated for invited guests; journalists are designated to the upper level.

The seats were black as coal, while surrounded with gold and polished wood. The supporting columns around the back of the chamber, which held up the upper levels, were statues of people, representing the people that hold up the kingdom, as it alternated from a crowned figure to one without, made of light marble. In between the statues, the wall space was made of smooth stone, accented with marble.

Walking down the centre isle, the Queen makes haste to making it to what is know as the pit, as the area where the seats are for the leader of the house, the Crown Minister, the Presider (after the Crown Minister), and when the Sovereign is in House, their seating, is the lowest level of the Chamber, with everything positioned to that direction. Reaching the pit, she makes her way to the most elevated position, an area where only the ‘Crown’ may dwell, as it symbols the presence and authority of it in the Cortes, climbing a few stairs, and moves forward to address the full chamber, gesturing for all to sit. As she starts, the Celebrante stands just outside the Sovereign’s area, while a few cameras from the press box turn on their red light, indicating that they’re airing live.

“People of the Cortes and Oeslan. We bid you good day, for as long as it remains so. For We speak from the Cortes today with great indignation, not only in Our capacity as the anointed Sovereign of this blessed land, but also Ex Solium, Sicut Coronam.”

It is rare that a King, or Queen no less, would actually say that they speak Ex Solium, Sicut Coronam, since it has only been said a handful of times, only in times of great need and/or action. And the people know this, for their collective reaction was one that could be considered as holding their breaths for what was to come.

“Our kingdom, Our people, Our home is threatened, both from outside the borders and within. In this modern day, there is a petty debacle that’s devolved into armed conflict, just across Our eastern border, and though We not participate nor commit aid to any side, the “air” of dissent and barbarianism is drifting into this, most pleasant land. Let Us make it clear that we condemn the whole issue and shun any and all connection to it and the people who participate. Before We proceed, Our Civil Guard (Guardia Civil) is to be commended for the work they have and continue to do to protect Our sovereign territories.”

Cataliña takes a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing.

“Nevertheless, it is what is here and amongst us all that is the most alarming. Our Cortes, more specifically this coalitional government (of PCC and PSyP), is failing its duties to safeguard and promote a better life for Our citizens. Primary Law is being run through the ground; it is proving to be that there is disconnect from what is and what should be. And above all, We too have discovered a serious and on-going plot of regicide against Us, both in regards to Our life and the institution of the Monarchy. We will not name names, although We are fully aware of those involved, and will be dealt with swiftly and justly.”

As she continued on, some members of the Cortes begin to gather their things and try to make a hasty escape, knowing their guilt, however didn’t make it far, since all exits were secured, not letting anyone in or out for the time being.

“Thus, We have deemed it that this current composition of Our Cortes is inadequate, treacherous, deceitful, hubristic, self-serving, and ill-willed, and as such, We hereby declare this House dissolved, effectively immediately. Every and all international relations will be evaluated by Us, personally. We shall take hold of Our nation fully and lead it to the place where it should be. We promise this to you, Oeslan, We will make this nation the best it can be and secure our future prosperity, as is Our prerogative, so help Us God. Let us all take heed to this, Our word, and tell those your encounter. Let it be know that the Crown reigns supreme. Viva Oeslan!”
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