English Empire
After Lennox made his speech, a few hands joined together for an applaud to his points and opinion, it made mark Arthur look like a fool in front of everyone, nobody clapped for him when he made his speech.
Possibly it dawned on him peoples view of him, a man full of nit-witty behaviours.
That's why his duchy is deride, mark Arthur sat, and reserved of every outward behaviour, his hands folded , lips sealed, it's the only way he could avoid more embarrassment.
As for Lennox , the wealthiness of Richmond , speaks for him how wise and a good leader he is,
Lenox took a seat and feeling alright with his well thought opinion.
A big load have been dropped on the approval of Charles's agenda , Rebecca said in her mind,
It will definitely be voided as being part of Britain's agenda.
She smiled when nothing was amusing at the moment, that came from having sinister thoughts, she saw a few people looking at her, with a complex in their miens , Charles was one of them, they must be thinking
"what is entertaining, about the moment that's making her smile."
It is trivial in attitude to stretch your lips wide in this occasion, Rebecca thought. She stopped smiling after having those careful thoughts.
"I have heard all your opinions.
King Charles said, bringing a halt to other opinions, he didn't give the marquessates a chance to speak, only the dukes and duchesses spoke, Disregarding the role of the marquessates during wars are very important.
They are tasked to guard the frontiers very well whenever Britian is at war.
Charles spoke and his voice took everyone's attention.
"the final decision shall be made after the bishop tells us what God has to say about my agenda.
We know as the bible says, tell God all your plans and they shall succeed." He added.
Two guards walked into the hall just after Charles completed his speech, there were with Bishop O.u Cyril, a product of north-folk, the duchy, he came to reveal what the lord has said concerning the journey and the map.
Britain, religious to its cores, heeds more to religious leaders than emperors, even the emperor himself seeks advice from the bishop before going into action about his plans.
It all meant that, in some way, the fate about the journey and Charles's agenda rests on shoulders of bishop Cyril's opinion about the journey.
All held prayers for it in their hearts as Bishop Cyril made his way towards them with his familiar crispy steps, a behaviour caused by his dwarf-like physique.
A good number of people prayed to the lord for their selfish desires to come true, many believed for once, God will indeed answer a selfish prayer, provided they prayed for it.
Only but a few of them in there prayed sincerely in their minds for the Lord to take absolute control. It's a familiar character of God to not involve himself in the selfish interests of men, but he'd rather involve in a prayer with a self-abnegneted interest. Wether it's importance is little or big.
Bishop O.U Cyril took stage to address them all about what God had to tell them, he stood in front of the rectangular table, and practically in front of everyone.
"May I have your attentions noble-men." He snapped, calling for an atmosphere that would be good for making a speech.
All whispering noises died away gradually.
"Come holy ghost filled the hearts of the faithful. Bishop prayed.
"And rekindle in us the fire of the lord. The crowd answered to the rythm.
"We pray in the lords mighty name." Bishop said.
All responded "amen!" Giving a slight bow in reverence to the most high God.
Everyone kept silent after that, focusing all their attention towards bishop O.u Cyril, and anxiously seeking to hear what he had to say.
The lord loves England for we are his children, Cyril said, stomping his holy staff on the floor, for no significant reason actually, it is the usual way he acts when speaking , it made him look imperial.
Bishop spoke.
God loves England because england revers God.
England trusts in God, they are like mount Zion who trust in the lord the bible says.
And the lord will never let his people be defeated, he said.
After I got a message about Our beloved king Charles's agenda, I went into prayers and the lord ministered to me through the holy spirit.
He said to me. The time has come when England shall prevail against her enemies.
I asked the lord, who are the enemies and what they have done that you deliver them into our hands.
The lord said, they have abandoned him, the I am that I am, to worship Baal an evil deity, an idol made by artwork of human.
France, Germany , Spain , including Rome have all gone astray from the living God and choose to worship Baal.
The lord wants to use us as an instrument to punish them for their atrocities, just like he did to the moabites and Assyrians and tyre when he defeated them at endor and their bodies became dung on the ground.
The lord orders us to bring down our enemies , for they have derailed from worshiping him, the one and only true God.
Whoever is not for God, is an enemy to England.
Now they satisfy whatever that pleases their carnal-self. Adultery, formication , revelry and sodomy, and gone down to bestiality.
Just as the most high rained hot sulphur upon Sodom and Gomorrah as punishment for her impurity.
He shall punish those heathen nations by delivering them into the hands of their foes, because every sinner deserves to die!
Thus says the lord." the bishop pronounced with great authority.
Bishop O.u Cyril had them seeing his back, after he finished his speech,
Loud arguments took place afterwards.
Rebecca found herself in the loosing team, nothing more can she bring up to make everyone not support Charles's agenda.
She has lost the battle, she and cauldron.
One in the dukedom had his morale replenished after the bishops speech , Mark Arthur Duke of Sussex, after his opinion was compassed as unimportant.
"I believe there isn't much to talk about since the lord has come to our course," Mark Arthur said, with a little intense tone.
They all agreed to vote if it should be added in the British agenda, a lot of minds have been thwarted to believe and support Charles's agenda.
They casted a vote.
Seventy percent of them voted the journey 'd be embarked on. Twenty percent disagreed Rebecca, cauldron and a few others disagreed.
The other ten percent stood for nothing, they will eventually fall for everything , mark Arthur told them.
The meeting ended when dusk drew in, the nobilities rushed home, in order not to ride home deep at night.
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King Charles chose Breton Calunott as the master of the journey.
Who is Bretton Calunot...
A brave knight in the British military, he is more than a knight to king Charles iV, he was his friend a right hand man.
Usually, casual knight rarely get the chance of being the king right hand man, friend and trusted knight.
But Bretton Calunot's story was different , his unconditional service to the empire , made the king value him.
Bretton Calunot's wedding ceremony was to be held tomorrow morning
But he has to postpone it , for he has been tasked to find the golden city that same morning, a journey that could last up to a whole year or more.
Britain, known for a character called colonialism, had Bretton tasked to overthrow the owners of the golden city and have the golden city made an English land.
Bretton Calunot cancelled his wedding with Jill , a charming and beautiful dutch maiden.
Jill's p.o.v
Jill is a Dutch maiden who barely believes she will never find real pleasure or joy in life, her live was full of restrictions, made by the trammels of a dictatorial partner, Bretton calunot (a.k.a the vigilant knight), she haven't patrial rights like everyone living in britian, she suffered segregation from native British women, that call themselves pure breeds, or originals.
It made life feel hopless to her,
The freedom she's given, if measured with that of a British Cottier wouldn't have a perceptible difference.
The meager level of acceptance given to Jill by British women, seemed as though she was a menacing person, the abusive treatment from her own partner who she is intimate with, added to making her feel like her life was hopeless, and will never know pleasure nor joy.
Depression was a regular state of mind and body for her.
Jill was in a deep thought, lamenting, on her way to London.
"Who knows how it feels to live in a foreign land, utterly far away from your land of origin, you reside in that land, not because you wanted to, but because you've lost the hope of finding a life back home.
And Even if you finally find a way back, although it was the land where you were born, and grew to a teenage age, and your mindset was been made to their liking.
You wouldn't mind going back for you haven't a family existing there anymore,
You now value being in the confines of aliens and adopting their way of living, there are your friends and cronies, or more like a family.
You might be amidst them, but genuinely, you are solaitry, deep down and inwardly, you are dying in loneliness.
They can never be close to you enough like they would to an indigene, or to one who has a patrial right.
You barely have something, or utterly have nothing in common with them, and that constantly reminds you that, you aren't one of them.
Even when you try to fit in, it doesn't seem to befit your character, your otherness still shows, believe me when I say, that's when embracing the only life you know Becomes necessary.... ------jill kept thinking.....
Jill was sitting in a carriage heading to London from Leicester while she was lamenting in her mind, the carriage she was in moved along the rigorous plains leading to the royal Castle at burckingham, currently it has been a two day journey for her.
Her fiance, Bretton calunot sent for her, after she was brought the news their wedding has been postponed indefinitely,
Bretton has been tasked to go on a long journey to the city of gold, which could last up to a year or two, which made Jill's wedding with him no longer possible for the moment.