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[color=red][b]Empire of Mille-Sessau[/b][/color][/center]

[i]Kingdom of Mille, Capital of Kormont[/i]

The harsh Soroyan winds were not put ill at ease by the Millean hearth, but [b]King Allen Droulez of Mille[/b] cared little for the chill that ran along his veins. Instead, it was the wild ideas of [b]General of the Army Staff Clement Sacrez[/b] and [b]Sessauan Prime Minister Remy Bruneau[/b] that heated his hands. The two men twaddled behind him, musing to each other in that sloppy Sessauan that perpetuated itself in the north. King Droulez stifled a choking cough, cupping his mouth with jewel encrusted fingers.

"[i]Mon roi[/i]?" Minister Bruneau asked, setting his cup on the table and approaching.

"It's fine," the Millean King huffed between lungs of air. "Just that damned draft."

General Sacrez quickly shut the window, shutting out the harsh Western winds. Turning back to the King and foreign minister, he tugged at his long bushy beard and quickly changed the subject. "It is not unfeasible, my king. Though I wish to see it reach the ears of the counsel of the Sessauan Throne."

"The young Emperor Millot has great ambitions but little to add when it comes to counsel," King Droulez added. "He wishes the expansion of the empire at any expense."

"More important I think is the [i]Sociatatem[/i] issue," Minister Bruneau said, swiping his cup from the table and draining it's continents. King Droulez moved to the window, peering idly out to the sleeping city. Even in his old age, he had not foreseen a Millean assimilation within his life time. Yesterday he fought to keep his sovereignty, and now he fought to expand it. "The Etellians are [i]weak[/i]. They are a lazy bunch."

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[i]The Palace of the King of Mille, 1905[/i][/center]

General Sacrez tapped at his chest and motioned to the nearby serving girl for a refill. "It's not the damnable Etellians I worry about. They sit in hand with the Kalpians, fiercely militant." Sacrez's words trailed off as the girl filled his glass to the brim.

"Are the Kalpians so fierce? They seem more inclined to shoot one another as much as they would shoot another," Minister Bruneau said, his lips curling into a wild smile. "King I implore you, back the Emperor and we will expand the empire two fold!"

"And what will that bring to Mille, decrepit and weak in the south, to expand the Sessauan land to the north?"

"To be noted I think, the flat plains of Etellia, [i]easily[/i] defended!" General Sacrez added, the remnants of wine dribbling down the corners of his cheek.

"Prestige. Trade. Living space. Where the Sessauans leave, the Milleans can inhabit. Sign your consent and you will walk hand in hand with the emperor into a new age of greatness." The Minister held the pen out, but in the glimmering light of the roaring fire it seemed more a sword. Tomorrow was January 2nd, 1905. It was to be his 72nd birthday and 50th year as the King of Mille. There would be few more opportunities for greatness.

His signature hadn't looked so precise in decades.

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[u]Personalities[/u]
-- [b]King Allen Droulez of Mille[/b]: [i]King of Mille, Lesser Emperor of Mille-Sessau, Age 72[/i].
-- [b]General of the Army Staff Clement Sacrez[/b]: [i]General of the Army Staff of the King of Sessau, Age 51[/i].
-- [b]Sessauan Prime Minister Remy Bruneau[/b]: [i]Foreign Minister to the Kingdom of Sessau, Age 47[/i].