A Speech.

[OzYmandi 647]

A Speech

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        A man, dressed in rather finely tailored clothes, a cloth stringed across his leather waistcoat depicting the colours of Adria, as well as another one wrapped around his waist, depicting the colours of House Rubens, made his way to the middle of the square, near the Bank and the Tax Office. He cleared his throat and called out.

     “Hear, hear, fair people of Belvitzia and the fine Duchy of Adria! I, your Alderman elected as of the last Duma, and Judge of the Appellate, come with an announcement to make, and news to relieve the tense ears due to recent squabbles on the street.

      It is more than clear that, unfortunately, our city is divided. Divided between people whom have an opinion, and those whom have other. People that think there is no saving this fair town, and people who are committed - like me - to the betterment and prosperity of fair Belvitz. The squabbles of people in positions should not interfere with the lives of you fair folk, yet it has. I come publicly to announce that; there is naught to worry, fair people. Naught at all. I come to publicly announce that I shall not allow the squabbles for power, the hunger for money and the blindness and naïveness of those who seek simply that will, in any way, jeopardize the state and well-being of the fair people.

      And hence, I come with the relievement. Know, people of Belvitz, that those not committed to the prosperity, to the betterment of our fair city, and utmost, our fair Duchy, graced be the Duke, shan’t be allowed to jeopardize, in any way, those who seek it. I come publicly to denounce, but not by name, for those who find themselves guilty of having such positioning shall know. I come to denounce those who refuse do not actively work for the betterment of our fair city, and yet still hold titles and authorities. I come to denounce those that, even though lacking said privileges, do not atleast try to improve. I’m not speaking of the merchant, or the peasant, or the mason. I speak of those who are known. Those who - in lust for power and pure greed - seem to think that the prosperity of fair Adria is below their own needs.

Ignore me or heed my words. In the end, I merely represent those who wish for me to represent them. I come speaking as Albert Brussels, not Judge Albert, or Alderman Brussels. I come speaking as a fellow citizen, one who is subject to their squabbles for power and - dare I say - ignorant decision. I come with a plea, fair people, open your eyes. Choose wisely the ones that represent you. Choose wisely, for they are the ones who decide for you. They are the ones who speak for you…      That is all, fair people… That is all…”

 

      The man nods to the few people that heeded time to his words, grimacing a bit and walking to his home, located in that same square, to his fiancée and the warmth of his firepit, a flag of Adria and Belvitz hung on a side of his door, a Imperial one on the other.

[khovend 229]

A soft and frail woman listens closely to every word that left her fiancé’s lips, silent. She seemed content, her own curling into a gentle and proud smile watching the small gathering. Merial gently claps her hands together and hobbles up to Albert, setting a kiss onto his cheek before heading off along with him!

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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