The British Empire episode 2

With the king's authority, Aiden summoned dukes and marquessates from the most important peerage to discuss about the intergenerational-rite and the journey to the golden city.

From The Most Important Peerage and Baronetcies.....of England, Great Britain, Scotland and United Kingdom.....

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▪Edward Foden↔↔↔↔Duke of Somerset..

▪Benjamin Cauldron ↔↔↔ Duke of Northfolk.

▪Mark Arthur ↔↔↔↔ ↔↔↔Duke of Sussex..

▪Rebecca ↔↔↔↔↔↔↔↔↔Royal Duchess of Cambridge from the peerage of United Kingdom

▪Charles Lennox ↔↔↔↔↔ Duke of Richmond...

▪James Robertson ↔↔↔↔↔ Duke of Edinburgh from the peerage of Scotland.

▪Prince Andrew ↔↔↔↔↔↔ Duke of York.. etc and many more

A FEW MORE NOBILITIES WERE INVITED TO THE MEETING.... Marquessates and a few counts.

Each nobility who arrived for the formally arranged gathering, was first lead by a cortege to a foyer, where Sir Charles and his wife lady Margaret of Sheffield were sited on a high ground in front of tables.

Tables and wines were made available, for the prestigious duke and duchesses always love to be entertained before going about the rightful concern of any gathering. it is a habit steep in British ceremonial rites.

Those who had arrived, gathered around Sir Charles and his queen, Margaret,

Exchanging pleasantries and getting formal with one another.

It was a competitory atmosphere for the nobilities, mostly the dukes and duchesses.

It was all about who broadens his or her British accent the more, he and she who had the most regal looking garb cloaked on his or her body, and he and she who looked striking or bleak.

It mattered more to the snotty duchesses present at the meeting, that they formed an exclusive circle near the entrance of the foyer, discussing about their latest achievements, and cheering at the hearing of one another's achievements, but inwardly choking with envy, and making insignificant comparisons with one another, intending to show how more prosperous she is than her fellow duchesses.

Woe be tied she who was an under achiever in their midst, for inferiority would eat her up

At that moment, the show stealer hasn't yet arrived, miss Rebecca Stuart, royal duchess of Cambridge, sister to sir Charles Stuart (the British emperor).

Rebecca's entrance was intrusive, one of her Entourage nudged the huge wooden doors, it sled wide open, spreading loud squeaks throughout the foyer, a sound that come from the tight door hinges, it informed everyone someone has arrived, and attentions were brought upon the woman making her way into the foyer, dressed in a vermilion ball gown, she walked quickly and lightly, waving nimbly, a tiny triangular hand-fan towards her neck.

Numerous eyes fixed a gaze on her.

without diffidence, Rebecca took quick glances at the left and the other side, Observing how shocked people were, and how everything about her disdained theirs, her bearing, her outfit, and a perfectly executed regal comportment.

The atmosphere and everything was right for her, a perfect entrance, plus the violinists and pianists sounding an etude opp That Had an exact synchronicity with her gait, Rebecca slayed the moment.

Just like everyone, she headed straight to exchange pleasantries with his brother sir Charles.

Charles looked through the crowd that gathered around him and spotted Rebecca approaching where he was, he knew what was coming wasn't just a human coming for pleasantries, , Charles disposed his mind of every other thought in preparation for Rebecca, he could come off worse if her goes into a conversation with Rebecca unprepared.

Rebecca walked up to Charles with feline steps, showing off courage, when lady Margaret saw her coming she exclaimed, out of great joy.

"Becca!" Margaret exclaimed, she scurried to her to exchange pleasantries.

"How do you do.?" Rebecca asked.

She gave Rebecca a slight kiss on her cheek, Rebecca returned the kiss too.

Charles stood there and watched his wife make friends with his enemy, he couldn't drop his pride and exchange greetings with Rebecca, lady Margaret wasn't into the royal snotty behaviours, to her everyone is a friend.

Rebecca exchanged pleasantries with others who sorounded Charles and Margaret, her pal Benjamin cauldron duke of northfolk and her childhood friends, Amber coombs marquioness of huntly from the peerage of Scotland.

And Aya blackwood the marquioness of Winchester from the peerage of Britian.

After that, Rebecca had time to face Charles, she sneaked up on him from behind, without crouching, Charles was in a conversation with Darlington Huckabee the marquess of bath, about the sudden change in agenda.

"So someone decided to come out of doodling and be pragmatic." Rebecca said.

Charles startled at the hearing of her voice.

Rebecca intently took him unawares.

"Rebecca." , Charles turned around.

"Charles, do you care to ask me how I have been.?" Margaret said

"You've been dauntless your whole life,

Harm can't come your way." Said Charles,

"For I am harms-way." Rebecca helped complete the sentence, glorifying her stern attitude.

Charles intently shifted the topic to be about her , whoever is the topic between them risks getting hurt by words.

"What changed your mind about the preemptive war.?" Rebecca asked.

"It was mother?"

Rebecca mowed, mum died long ago, how come she still speaks with Charles - she thought,

"Mother!" She exclaimed, forcefully, she gave away a smile.

"You know forget I said anything to you." Said Charles, he blinked his eyes sprightly as though he regained his senses, afterwards

He walked out on Rebecca , who was still trying to make out a meaning from what he said, "how could he be seeing mother." Rebecca asked herself.

***************(Later that day)

The dukes, duchesses, and the other nobilities all went in for a meeting about the preemptive war and the mysterious map that appeared to king Charles.

They all sat before a long rectangular table, long enough that it occupied all the marquessates, dukes and duchesses present at the meeting.

Rebecca was the most inquisitive about the plan during the meeting, wanting to know every crevice of reason why such plan came into King Charles's mind.

He is becoming better in his job as the Emperor, he has a Vision that when carried out, would bring England's enemies to their knees, it is a change in Charles's character Rebecca never thought would happen, for they say deeds build character and character emits deeds.

Only a brave character can emit such agenda as Charles's, though Charles wasn't brave, a brave deed could build a character of bravery in him.

Rebecca okays having him a weak and deducing emperor, even though having such an emperor leaves England feeble.

Rebecca and Charles have long been compared by people and family, majority say Rebecca's attitude makes her in a way better than Charles, it pleases Rebecca to know that, and wants it to remain that way, for it could land her in the throne one day.

''we risk making enemies for england if we approve that agenda.'' rebecca said,

calling Charles's plans a menace.

''we shouldnt talk more about making enemies," said Edward foden duke of somerest, he intruded with his words. "how can we expect our knights to travel to a land that barely exist, thats suicide my lord.''he added a few heads nodded, affirming he was right.

More opinions intruded, one came from Benjamin cauldron duke of north-forlk, sitting opposite Rebecca.

''My suggestion is that we should investigate if necromancy has a hand in this.

Because your imaginations cannot cause a map to appear to you, it' could be sorcery sire.''

Heads trickled up and down, mainly Rebecca's, she gave a nod to Benjamin cauldron for a good opinion.

Quite a few rubbed their hands over their beards , whilst in a deep ponder, Benjamin cauldron made a real opinion.

England's enemies are intruding using sorcery, some of them thought.

''To me there isn't much to investigate about this.'' Said Mark Arthur duke of Sussex, he intruded with a non-conforming opinion, that drove gazes towards him, every body in hall were all looking at him.

"Why?" Rebecca asked, smacking her hand on the long table, it carved out little attention to her, desperation ate her up inside.

"Yes we would love to know why." Cauldron asked.

Mark Arthur sitting immediate to Benjamin cauldron, received fierce stares from him, and from Rebecca too who sat opposite them. It was written on their faces they disapprove of his opinion.

"I just wanted to say, this might be a Divine intervention, the Lord has come to our course, to bring down our Enemies." Mark said, grinning in excitement, he had so much faith in what he said. God's intervention.

He is so dumb that made Sussex deride of wealth and contributions to the Economic growth of the British empire, cauldron thought inwardly, and shook his head outwardly.

They would call his words nothing more than insignificant, for the appearance of a map and the kings agenda, translates in no way to a divine intervention.

Yes the Lord most high helps in preemptive wars against heathen nations which Germany, France or Rome. their closest targets can't be named as one, could the lord stir up violence amongst his people. Said Charles Lennox duke of Richmond.

British empire looks more heathen in the eyes of other empires for they aren't roman Catholics, Britain believe in a henry v induced Christianity called the Anglican, which they are usually criticized for having little reverence to the mother of God. Mary of Nazareth, said Charles Lenox,

The main point his speech made, was that the Lord God will never side with England, given that their type of Christianity, is Anglican, they barely Revere the mother of God, unlike the Roman Catholic, Lenox believed God would love the nations that Revere his mother Mary than those who don't.