11. Policy 1

If anyone thinks being King is a luxurious and glamorous life, let me tell you something.

You are a complete idiot.

Every single day, a problem comes to your door. Whether it's some presidents of powerful nations thinking they're the most powerful men in the world, or some rich idiot wanting to 'bring you benefits in exchange for a few favors.'

I was really sick of these visits. There were few who actually came up with something useful, a proposition good enough to consider, a reasonable request for help, or even peace.

Yes, peace.

Many seek it, but the same ones who seek it incessantly are the ones who cause the complete opposite.

Today would be another day of eternal meetings, scheduled with my secretary, Yelena Belova. Yes, it took a while, but she's finally here, and despite being a little clumsy with the drinks, she still does an excellent job.

She is not able to drink from a bottle without drooling a little. It's cute and funny.

My country was in slow but sure development. This is due to the fact that things stopped being imposing and now, they were more idealistic.

Weird to say it like that, but it's working. There is no such thing as brainwashing people, just the idea that if you sell yourself to someone else, the consequences can be catastrophic. So why not grow slowly but effectively and safely?

The opportunities were there, you just had to fight for them, but in a fair way.

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I was sitting in my luxurious sovereign's chair in the hall of my castle. Today was the day of the most unpalatable visit you would receive, Nick Fury.

Sitting next to me was Yelena, in her sexy secretary outfit, her choice, not mine. From her words, it was more comfortable than full-body leather, tight.

My only response was, "your choice, I don't care."

A few minutes of waiting, and Nick Fury, one of the most ambiguous men (in the sense of people liking him or not) enters the room, followed by his agent Natasha Romanoff.

As soon as she enters and sees Yelena, her expression changes, ranging from wanting to cry, happiness, longing, pain, loss, love... It was a confusion that she never expected to see in an agent of her stature.

Next to me, Yelena was no different. She was locked, looking directly at her sister, I saw in those murderous eyes the same emotions that Natasha so expressively presented to us.

Fury on the side, just looking from one to the other, and it was almost possible to see his brain working madly on something.

I just let a smile slip out of me since I knew what plan he would follow. And no, I didn't read his mind, but he's a predictable guy, and that would be his mistake in a way that's never been seen before. I bet he'll use the sisters' feelings to gain information. It's just like him.

I just made a sign for him to sit in one of the armchairs, and I waited.

His staring game started, but I didn't have the patience for that shit. I looked at my watch, and the time was indeed set for the meeting. Seeing Yelena snap out of her state, I turned to her.

"Feel free to talk to your sister, and call me when our guest decides to open his mouth to spill what he wants to say. I don't have time to waste like him." I say getting up, and I saw the reaction of the two.

My body was different, no longer that mass of muscles worked, making me look like a wardrobe, I was leaner now, but I still had my muscles. It was in excellent condition.

"Where can I find you, Sir?" Yelena asks, raising an eyebrow.

"In the kitchen for 20 minutes, then I go to check on the new refugee facilities. Then study." I start to walk towards the door, when Natasha gets up.

"I'm sorry, but if you would return to your seat, I'm sure the director will start talking." she looked a little unsure.

Our difference was very pronounced, she was 1.70 cm tall, I guess, and I was 1.85 cm tall. I look straight into her eyes, and let a smile spread across my face.

"I can't deny a request from my secretary's sister. But more importantly, I wouldn't deny such a beautiful woman a request." I tease her, and I see her features turn to a sliver of disgust.

Very calmly, I return to my seat, and face Fury again.

"Why are you in possession of so many female assassins in your country?" and that's how he started.

"Pardon." without realizing it, I let my head hang a little to the side, confused. "Since when do I need to ask someone's permission to do something in my country?"

"The UN is now holding meetings every other day, believing that you are up to something very dangerous, Doom. And you having arrested many of the agents from other countries who tried to infiltrate yours just goes to show that something is wrong."

"So does that mean I can send mine to those countries too? Find out about their defenses, advances, ideas, secrets... Is it cleared then?" I couldn't resist, I had to.

"It's not about that, Doom. We know how dangerous you can be, despite not being a successful example of your plans." he hits, and it was really good.

"That's why I'm going for another approach now. And lo and behold, it's having huge success. You should try it too, Nick, it would work wonders." I saw his face contort when I called him Nick.

"I never gave you the freedom to call me that, Doom. When was this boldness born?" he tries to impose himself on the conversation.

"Likewise, you are first and foremost in the presence of a King, yet you still call me Doom. Who gave you the false security or power to act like that in my presence?" I say calmly.

My calm came as a surprise to the trio. Yelena knew I was annoyed, but she was still surprised. Natasha and Fury were different in that they knew that I, in this case, the former, would have exploded by now with the disrespect.

And from what I saw, that's exactly what they expected, to put their plans into practice, using the UN to pressure me.

How good it is to have spies on your side...