Bob-Bob
08-12-2004, 16:27
A New Dawn
The church bells chimed one extra time throughout the nation. The cold wet December morning sought only to increase the nations grief. Throughout London crowds had gathered to the streets in droves in their attempt to say goodbye to their King. To their defender of the faith.
Down the road towards Saint Paul’s Cathedral the future King waited, garbed in his finest robes he only feigned sorrow for the crowds. Politicians, family and foreign diplomats alike all attempted to convey their hollow sorrow; they of course only sought to gain a higher position with his majesty.
The coffin garbed with the British emblem of the crown made its way towards the Cathedral. Followed by roaring and grieving family members the future King could only wait until he was out of the public eye before he could show his joy at the death of his father.
The former King had been popular with the masses, always making moves to entertain or please however his lack of consideration to his health and diplomatic positioning had left the Empire in a poor position. With colonies from Asia to Europe the Empire had never been larger however it was poor. With the disastrous withdrawal from Kazakhstan the military had wasted billions of pounds upon what turned out to be a failed training exercise, of course his father had managed to turn it into some form of moral victory however the reality of it was that the Empire needed new ground. Its economy was based upon expansionism, and expansionism is what it would have to give.
The prince moved down to the bottom of the marble stairs and moved ti assist in the carrying of the coffin into the Cathedral, this would be his last good bye to a failiure of a father, king and politician.
The church bells chimed one extra time throughout the nation. The cold wet December morning sought only to increase the nations grief. Throughout London crowds had gathered to the streets in droves in their attempt to say goodbye to their King. To their defender of the faith.
Down the road towards Saint Paul’s Cathedral the future King waited, garbed in his finest robes he only feigned sorrow for the crowds. Politicians, family and foreign diplomats alike all attempted to convey their hollow sorrow; they of course only sought to gain a higher position with his majesty.
The coffin garbed with the British emblem of the crown made its way towards the Cathedral. Followed by roaring and grieving family members the future King could only wait until he was out of the public eye before he could show his joy at the death of his father.
The former King had been popular with the masses, always making moves to entertain or please however his lack of consideration to his health and diplomatic positioning had left the Empire in a poor position. With colonies from Asia to Europe the Empire had never been larger however it was poor. With the disastrous withdrawal from Kazakhstan the military had wasted billions of pounds upon what turned out to be a failed training exercise, of course his father had managed to turn it into some form of moral victory however the reality of it was that the Empire needed new ground. Its economy was based upon expansionism, and expansionism is what it would have to give.
The prince moved down to the bottom of the marble stairs and moved ti assist in the carrying of the coffin into the Cathedral, this would be his last good bye to a failiure of a father, king and politician.