Queen Helena popped another valium, washing it down with imported water. She thought about how she’ll handle Stephan on this latest escapade. He needs to be reined in. As much as she loved him, she was a very objective woman.
Montenegro's Prime Minister dealt with the situation in his capital, as the incident hit the news, and thousands of people took to the streets to protest the world government. He handled them with gentle gloves, and not his famed heavy hand.
He then took a quite few more shots of vodka.
People indeed took to the streets. Stephan had just made his point. It was effective with the regular people. They applauded his courage. The man has some serious balls, and working people respect that. Next time, He will indeed set foot on his country’s soil - as King.
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The live coverage continued. I peeled away from Mom’s loving embrace and watched the news report. Shit! Fighter jets! Live weapons! And then Stephan’s friend, a sovereign constitutional monarch, Queen Helena making a short and dignified statement that reassured that everything was fine between the Kingdom of Greece and Montenegro, and that the incident didn’t really involve Greece. It was simply Montenegro's internal affair. Helena, being the brave woman she was, tossed in something for good measure:
“Had there not been a world government and the overruling of the people’s legitimate vote, this incident would not have happened.”
Helena had made her jab at World Chairman Richard William Wilcox, and his world regime.
I admired her guts and dignity, for she had inner resolve. I wanted to grow up and be a queen just like her, and I just knew I would be a monarch like her someday.
Just outside of our estate’s gates, far from Montenegro, a small crowd formed. Some people were holding the flag of the old kingdom, from decades ago. Local cops quietly stood around the gate to assure peace, exchanging puzzled glances at one another, possibly thinking, 'What's with this pro-monarchy protest? We haven't seen monarchy in these parts for a long time.' Of course, those cops were Germans, and Germany hadn't seen a monarchy since 1918, some 390 years ago.
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Fighter pilots are masters at the great art of fibbing, expanding upon the truth and simply bull shitting.
Our two single-seat, single-engine, single tail Viper drivers hit the officer’s club in high verbal style. The young men strutted into the bar and were immediately surrounded by their fellow pilots with cheers and beers.
The two led their collegues to believe that Stephan was actually on official arrival as a new King, and that he was forced back, and not by orders of the Prime Minister alone, but by the world government.
Bingo! World Government turned around future monarch's arrival to his own nation, even after a popular vote to have him return to Montenegro. That set the room full of pilots off. The smart phones were put to work, the social networks suddenly set ablaze, the word got out within seconds.
While most pilots continued to text, the two intercept pilots spoke of how brave the new King had been, up until he realized that he would defeat his purpose if he were shot down while trying to arrive at his kingdom. The new King decided to turn back for the higher good, which is to win the diplomatic war - and not the lost egotistic battle.
Not far from the truth. But indeed embellished...
The truth was that he simply flew right on through Panslav airspace, including Montenegro.
A legend was born right there in that officer’s club.
The pilots then created a silent pact amongst each other, and among other officers on base, to only obey orders at the national level, and not at the world government level. That agreement then, slowly over time, became silent clidestine practice throughout the militaries of the world.
Stephan had started a revolution, indeed.
He did so from the comfortable cushy cabin of a Gulfstream personal jet - That jet being on long term lease to Queen Helena of the Kingdom of Greece.
It sent ripples globally.
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