Post by Moshel-Generał on Sept 25, 2019 8:11:28 GMT -5
"Thank you all for coming to this meeting." Prince Reza addressed the small group of people in the room with him. "I know my father caused plenty of issues for you, and still does, however I am here to reassure you that I'm willing to work with you."
"We know Prince. I also know the likely reason you asked for this meeting. It's about that Restitution Bill is it not?" There was a low murmer through the room at the mention of the Eoni Bill.
"Yes. I wanted to know if any of you were seriously considering it."
There was a cough and a long silence before someone spoke up. "I'm tempted." It was an older man. He leaned forward a little. "I know Leon. Back before the Revolution I worked with him. Taught him a few things. These 'Vichins' actually seem like decent people and in my age their offers are really tempting."
"I see. Anyone else?"
"Honestly we're all considering it in some capacity." A younger man piped up. "We are being given the option to return home. While it may be different it's still home. Of course the more left leaning of us are pretty much the only ones likely to take the offer."
The Prince nodded. "Well I would not hold it against you if you did return. Nothing really ties you to the monarchy, especially not after what my father did. I just hope that the Eoni are speaking the truth about their intentions." He sighed. "So in stead of my father I'm going to attempt to visit a few other nations, see what they think. If any of you do take the offer I wish you the best."
After some more discussion the meeting ended and the Prince shook the hands of each person who had come. Then it was time for the main event for him: meeting with his father. He knocked on the door before entering.
The Shah wasn't in the best condition. He was suffering from cancer and while he was being treated it wasn't helping to much. He was slowly getting worse, but he was much too stubborn to die. "How'd the meeting with the traitors go?"
"Father they aren't traitors," he said exasperated. "They just wanted representation you denied."
"For good reason to! Look what it led to. The damn bastards are acting like they run the place. They demolished the palace."
The Prince rolled his eyes. "Father you barely made it out of the country alive, a destroyed palace is the least of your worries."
"Fucking bastards. I should have shot those bêters when I had the chance." He spit into a waste basket by his bed.
"Father they've earned the right to be called Eoni now," the Prince said quitely, correcting his father's slur. Quieter he added, "More right than you have to call youself Shah."
The Shah slumped back in the bed. "Those bêters took everything from me. I won't forgive them."
"I know." The Prince sighed. "Trust me I know."
"We know Prince. I also know the likely reason you asked for this meeting. It's about that Restitution Bill is it not?" There was a low murmer through the room at the mention of the Eoni Bill.
"Yes. I wanted to know if any of you were seriously considering it."
There was a cough and a long silence before someone spoke up. "I'm tempted." It was an older man. He leaned forward a little. "I know Leon. Back before the Revolution I worked with him. Taught him a few things. These 'Vichins' actually seem like decent people and in my age their offers are really tempting."
"I see. Anyone else?"
"Honestly we're all considering it in some capacity." A younger man piped up. "We are being given the option to return home. While it may be different it's still home. Of course the more left leaning of us are pretty much the only ones likely to take the offer."
The Prince nodded. "Well I would not hold it against you if you did return. Nothing really ties you to the monarchy, especially not after what my father did. I just hope that the Eoni are speaking the truth about their intentions." He sighed. "So in stead of my father I'm going to attempt to visit a few other nations, see what they think. If any of you do take the offer I wish you the best."
After some more discussion the meeting ended and the Prince shook the hands of each person who had come. Then it was time for the main event for him: meeting with his father. He knocked on the door before entering.
The Shah wasn't in the best condition. He was suffering from cancer and while he was being treated it wasn't helping to much. He was slowly getting worse, but he was much too stubborn to die. "How'd the meeting with the traitors go?"
"Father they aren't traitors," he said exasperated. "They just wanted representation you denied."
"For good reason to! Look what it led to. The damn bastards are acting like they run the place. They demolished the palace."
The Prince rolled his eyes. "Father you barely made it out of the country alive, a destroyed palace is the least of your worries."
"Fucking bastards. I should have shot those bêters when I had the chance." He spit into a waste basket by his bed.
"Father they've earned the right to be called Eoni now," the Prince said quitely, correcting his father's slur. Quieter he added, "More right than you have to call youself Shah."
The Shah slumped back in the bed. "Those bêters took everything from me. I won't forgive them."
"I know." The Prince sighed. "Trust me I know."