Declaration of Regency, 1813

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DECLARATION OF REGENCY, 1813

 

 

9th of Sigismund's End, 1813

 

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TO OUR BELOVED SUBJECTS

 

We are saddened to announce that a sudden bout of illness has incapacitated your Emperor. During Our period of recovery, We will remain cloistered at Augustine Palace in the company of Our family, receiving care from this Empire’s finest doctors. In order that the affairs of State be carried out properly, We appoint Our eldest son John Charles, the heir apparent and Duke of Helena, as Prince-Regent for the duration of Our illness. We grant him all of Our authorities and entrust to him the safety of Our people. We welcome your prayers for Our health, and offer you Our utmost faith that the Orenian people shall remain resolute, as they always have.

 

Delivered at Augustine.

10th of Harren's Folly, 1813

  

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ISSUED AND PROCLAIMED, 

Joseph II, by the grace of GOD Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Defender of the Faith, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Adria, Novellen and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera.

 

[argonian 14254]

"May God preserve the Defender of the Faith." Ailred says, with just the slightest tinge of bitterness. 

[KosherZombie 1772]

John Charles sat at his father's bedside, with a glass of Medeira wine in his hands. He lifted the glass, helping the Emperor take small gulps. The Imperial family and cabinet gathered close, faces pale and resolved. Somber physicians stood in the corners of the room, exchanging hushed whispers about the fate of the Crown.

"I do not know what to say to you," John spoke.

 

"You have said enough," the sovereign replied.

 

Fevered heat emanated from the Emperor. When John looked next, his father had fallen to a troubled sleep. That evening, John returned to the gardens, where he walked, and walked, and walked. His brother, the Duke of Crestfall, joined him there eventually. They spoke of their childhood. Good memories, from their youth, their family, their parents. Eventually, they spoke of the inevitable.

"I am afraid," the Regent confided in his brother.

 

After a long silence, Crestfall responded, "Good. Be sick to your stomach. It will be no different than our parents, and our grandfather."

 

"You are right, your grace. Fifty-six years I have been groomed and prepared. I am ready. Our country is ready."

 

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