Chapter Fifty: Foundations of Democracy

The banners of the New United Kingdom flew over the last holdout settlements as resistance crumbled under the Vanguard's relentless efforts. Through a combination of diplomacy, tactical strikes, and Arthur's unwavering vision, the dream of a united Britain had finally been realised.

Arthur stood on the balcony of Camelot, surveying the sprawling lands that now pledged allegiance to the crown. Yet he knew unity alone was not enough; governance would be the next challenge.

"The people must have a voice," he said during a council meeting. "If we rule without representation, we risk becoming the very tyrants we sought to overthrow."

Stormseer, Gentle Illusionist, and Shadowbane took the lead in designing a system that would embody the ideals of fairness and representation. They met in Camelot's newly completed council chamber, maps and documents spread across the table.

"Annual elections," Stormseer said, tapping her finger against a hand-drawn chart. "It ensures accountability. No one stays in power long enough to become complacent or corrupt."

Gentle Illusionist raised an eyebrow. "You're assuming people will vote responsibly. What if they elect the wrong leaders?"

Shadowbane shrugged, her tone pragmatic. "Then they'll live with the consequences for a year. Better that than letting one mistake last a lifetime."

"We'll need districts," Stormseer added, sketching boundaries on the map. "Each region elects its representatives, and those representatives form the parliament."

"What about the king?" Gentle Illusionist asked. "Where does Arthur fit into all this?"

Shadowbane leaned back in her chair. "Figurehead. A symbol. The parliament governs, but he keeps them in check. The people won't trust this system without him to balance it."

The trio brought their proposal to Arthur and the Vanguard in the great hall.

"This parliament would meet annually," Stormseer explained. "Elected representatives from every region will make decisions collectively. It decentralises power while maintaining unity."

Arthur listened carefully, his expression thoughtful. "And what of the crown? What role do I play in this system?"

Gentle Illusionist stepped forward. "You remain the figurehead, the unifying symbol. But you also have the power to intervene if parliament strays too far from the people's interests."

Firebrand scoffed. "So, he's a babysitter?"

"No," Shadowbane said firmly. "He's the safeguard. Parliament governs, but Arthur ensures it governs well."

The proposal sparked lively debate among the Vanguard.

"Elections every year might be too frequent," Lumina said. "It could lead to instability."

"Or it could keep the leaders on their toes," Christopher countered, lounging in his chair. "I like it. Keeps things fresh."

Swift Angel crossed his arms. "This could work, but it depends on the people. Are they ready for this kind of responsibility?"

"They have to be," Arthur said, his tone resolute. "This kingdom belongs to them, not to us. We are merely its stewards."

Vanguard spent weeks refining the system, ensuring every detail was accounted for. They drafted a charter, outlining the rights and responsibilities of the parliament and its representatives.

Alora worked with Shadowbane to distribute the information across the New United Kingdom, using Echo's postal service to ensure every settlement understood the plan.

"This is more than a system," Arthur said as they finalised the announcement. "It is a promise—a promise that this kingdom will endure, not through the strength of one man, but through the will of its people."

The announcement was made in Camelot's great hall, broadcast to every corner of the kingdom through newly established communication networks. Arthur stood in the centre of the room, Excalibur gleaming at his side.

"Today, we take the next step in our journey," he began. "Unity is not the end of our struggle—it is the beginning. With this parliament, we ensure that every voice is heard, that every person has a stake in the future we build together."

The room erupted into applause, the hope and determination of the people echoing through Camelot's walls.

As the first elections were planned, the Vanguard prepared for the challenges ahead. The parliament was a bold step, but its success would depend on the people's faith and the leaders they chose.

Arthur stood with Alora on the balcony that evening, Elusona asleep in her arms.

"You've given them more than a kingdom," Alora said softly. "You've given them a future."

Arthur smiled faintly, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "And now, it is up to them to shape it."