It was 29:59 PM on Salvation, a minute before a new day began. The Emperor, Azrian was wearing his signature home clothes, a blue coat over a grey shirt and black pants. He was looking at a holographic map of the galaxy. He dragged his hand over the display, turning it off. He looked out to the glass door leading to the balcony and sighed "Another day another step". He walked over to it and opened it, feeling the cool night breeze blow into his face. He looked around him, around the Imperial Palace. 

[i]It's weird, it's already been a month but I still can't shake the feeling. The feeling that I now decide the fate of the Empire's future,
 that future my ancestors gave me.[/i]

He sang a patriotic tune he had learned in his boyhood as he looked to the skies.

"Forward! Forward! Into the future we march!
Forward! Forward! Out of the blackened past"

He looked at his watch, a wristwatch which was strange as now people had their holographic displays, and realizing the time, he went back inside, closed the door and retired to his chambers. There he was alone, he was still single (being only 21 and all), making it quite weird considering he was the most powerful person in an entire system. He dozed off and dreamed of the future.

He awoke to the sound of his old friend's voice. "Your majesty, please rise, you have a big day today."

"Peltas, gimme a bit more time" he said rolling away from the source of the voice.

"Your majesty, address me as Prime Minister, it is not befitting as Emperor. Besides, the old lady of the chambe- I mean the Speaker of the Chamber of Titles will be mad..."

"I'll be right over then" he said with a sigh. It was going to be another long day.

He went to his wardrobe where he picked out his black trousers with gold hem, a white polo, a black vest with the Imperial Crown's insignia on its right side and a blue trench coat with gold hems. After putting on black shoes, he left the Private Rooms. Upon leaving, he met the secretary at his desk.

"My Lord, would you like me to inform the government of your presence?"

"Of course" he proceeded to take the archaic telephone from his desk and call the secretary on the West side of the building as I walked off to the West Wing, passing by portraits of previous Emperors.

There he was greeted by 2 men in full dress at the front door into the wing. They saluted him and he nodded, they went to his side and knocked on the door once.

A holler was heard from the other side of the room "Announcing the entry of His Majesty the Emperor." He walked in through the double door with my escorts by his side. 

The room was an old one yet the brown paint that covered it spoke otherwise. So did the clean almost brand new-looking chandelier which hung in the center of the room. To the room's east, the morning sun filled the room with light. Inside, there were several men, some in business attire, others in their full military uniform and others in elaborate garments. They were all silently staring at him. Across the hall was a throne, [i]his[/i] throne. It was a simple seat, a seat of old Terran Oak that had been preserved and cushioned. Above it was the nation's flag - a half-visible sun with 3 rays, the other half being submerged beneath the horizon, on a plain blue field with 3 white stripes running vertically down the banner.

He sat down on the throne as the commotion began to rise once more. After a while, the Prime Minister came in from a room behind and silence once more overtook the room. He walked to the Emperor who was also silent, simply sitting straight and observing the scene. He stopped at his right and bowed, saying

"Your Majesty, there is an urgent matter to report" The Emperor's eyes widened and he raised his hand, palm facing the announcer. The Prime Minister nodded and he lowered all but his thumb and index finger. The announcer, a man in his early 20s nodded.

"May I, on behalf of the government, request that all Lords proceed to their Chamber and all but the Prime Minister leave the room." With that, everyone filed out of the room, leaving the Emperor, Prime Minister, the escorts and announcer in the room.

"Peltas, what is it you have to say?"

"Call me 'minister', your majesty"

"Fine, now what is this urgent matter?"