Redcoat

[Thunderer]

Next morning. The rain seemed to have stopped, but the clouds had not scattered. It was a very pale, sterile morning, much like the office Elizabeth had appropriated. White ceiling, white walls, white, smooth tiles on the floor, that were easy to clean: a hundred percent utilitarian. Or, almost. There was a bottle of Gallic wine on the desk, and if looked at from the doorway, the deathray crater was straight behind it. This was one of the few restored offices in the eastern wing, and Elizabeth chose it intentionally. The bottle of Gallic wine was there, in front of the Gallic crater, to symbolize the final, righteous victory, and Bretonian military might. Selim was now under Bretonia's protection, and Elizabeth hoped he would understand that.

She was not drinking the wine. It was obviously only there for decoration. She was drinking a cup of Ceylon with milk and reading the morning newspaper. Nothing about the Coalition yet. That was good, as it meant the affair was still watertight.

"Let him in", Elizabeth answered when the guard that was bringing Selim reported to her via the speaker. The former dictator of millions now came in not to receive, but to be received, like any lowly ordinary citizen. This, too was intentional: the premier was now a dependent party, and Elizabeth made sure he knew who he was dependent upon.

"Where is de Grasse? Why hasn't he come as well?"

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