Qirka doesn't even blink as Lani speaks. Takes a deep breath then responds: "I will not travel to Dorsla... My country and my people despise democracy, as it's the weakest government type developed as of yet. It is just as easily corruptible as any other, but it ensures the rule of the most popular. The most popular are usually either the most inoffensive and weak in decision making, or compulsive lairs... We do not trust the people to know what's best for them. We do not ask the wicked for permission and we do not give anyone the ability to harm us back. This will never change. Our countries are indeed completely different, but you do not seem to even care about understanding our view, but rather seem content with establishing the difference and doing nothing... Allowing stagnation to rule and stagnation does nothing" she says getting closer to Ho Lani.
"There will be no change if all you do is say your way is yours and therefore is better. Saying that the will of the people is one thing, means nothing to us, as we do not live to serve people's desires but uplift them above them if only possible. This is not misunderstanding. I understand you very well. You believe every human deserves to live. I do as well. You believe death of the wicked may be justified, but the good should not die with the wicked. I agree with you. We both believe that all dead deserve respect and memory..." says Qirka starting to smile a little only to take that smile off a second later...
"See? There is no misunderstanding! There is just ignorance on your part! You say no good man or woman should die with the wicked... I say more will die if we let the wicked know we are coming for them... You say everyone deserves a warning. I say a warning of attack makes the attack turn to chaos, as when both sides are ready, the battle is more bloody and more death occurs on both sides... You say that you are strong in waiting... I say waiting does not fix problems! Waiting makes new ones inevitable... We are strong in solving problems. Are our choices always good? No... Most often they are really bad or evil even..." explains Qirka getting a bit grim and even sad at the end, then pauses for a second, before she continues...
"Ultimately everyone will die. The reason why murder is wrong is that it is unjust. When we bomb a city filled with the wicked, it is not unjust. If the good die along with the evil, the good are rewarded after death as martyrs, or compensated as innocents. God is more just than any of us may ever wish to be. There is nothing more just than death. When you die you get judged properly. If you say I am evil for saying that... I sentenced myself to death already. This life is my prison, awaiting my death sentence... After I die I am judged and punished for all the decisions I made, just so the others in my nation are free from the guilt I've taken..."
After that last line, Qirka frowns and her voice becomes aggressive, as she even pushes Lani a bit "You wish to distribute the guilt onto everyone! I say doing it is more evil, than killing them! Bringing guilt for the decision you make as a leader, by telling people to vote, or even forcing them to vote, will make them evil if they vote wrong... Can you ever assure everyone that there is always at least one option that is pure and good to vote for? I cannot... That's why I am the only one bearing the guilt, so others may be saved... The only guilt my people have is my imprisonment as they decided that I shall be the Khatun. They made me their slave, so I take the guilt of every other decision on myself and I accepted it, so the guilt actually comes on me and not on them. God will judge me harshly... So will He judge ALL your democratic citizens for EVERY DECISION YOU MAKE...!"
Lani is unfazed. “How dare you,” she growls. “I am only making an effort to do what is best for the people. I completely understand your opinions, but I don’t have to agree with them. The entire purpose of this conversation was to let it be known that, despite our differences, we can come to an agreement.”
She sighs heavily. “I must admit, it was rash of me to unofficially approach you, and I apologize for that. There is no need for you to become angry with me, or my nation, solely because we don’t want to destroy our enemies. Democracy may be weak in your view, but it is the only thing that keeps us equal. An election isn’t a popularity contest; it is a choice everyone must make to further improve their country. According to my values, a leader shouldn’t be pre-decided. As capable as you might be, you didn’t choose to become one; you were born into a monarchy. Be that as it may, the nation of Dorsla still respects Khazar Lechia and its beliefs, but no one has to get hurt over a disagreement. If you would prefer if, we can further discuss this in your homeland," Lani offers.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I could use a drink."
Qirka: "Ignorance again... Title of Khan or Khatun is not hereditary... If your goal was to prove we can come to an agreement then you didn't do a single thing to achieve that... I am willing to invite you to my homeland... if you travel there with me... on my private plane..."
A few delegates and guards get angered at the usage of an improper language by the Deyestian delegate, and are glad to see her leave, given her entire party's breaches of protocol.
Ciarán and Saoirse approach Lani, who is looking clearly disgruntled.
"Good comrade, we heard a bit of that conversation with Qirka. You did the right thing walking away, let's not pretend she was going to change her mind. When your mind is filled with aggression, you lose track of what is important. Let us get you a drink" he says, pouring a beige liquid, smelling strong of ginger, from his flask into a crystal cup.
"I admire your view on democracy" murmurs Saoirse, blushing heavily.
Lani takes a swig of cider. She is now calm enough to realize her mistakes. "Oh, no," she mutters. Then, speaking at a normal volume, she says,
"There is nothing I can do but apologize to you, Qirka. I was being immature and selfish, and although you have plenty of reason to think otherwise, I truly do have respect for you and your people. If you aren't willing to agree to my terms, I have to accept that." Trembling, she continues, "I would be honored to fly with you."
Qirka ignores the Keltian man jumping next into Lani and uses it as an excuse to leave the woman from Dorsla alone for a bit and actually go to the embassy and get some rest. She kindly touches Lani's shoulder, whispers "That's my number... call me in 2 hours if you want take my offer" to her, as Lani's phone rings from a text message saying "Enforcement has its upsides... That's my private number... DO NOT publish it..." then the Khatun leaves the palace waving to Lani with a genuine smile.
Her mood swings are headache-inducing, Lani thinks to herself. At least she is willing to give me another chance.
Ciarán lays a hand on her shoulder and speaks softly.
"You see how she changed, just like that? It might feel nice now, but remember her fury from merely five minutes ago."
He takes a drag from a pipe, letting out a cloud of white smoke.
"I mean no offence nor harm, but think about this. Do you want the safety of your country to depend on such changefulness?"
Aizat approaches the man and sits down right between him and Lani without asking... "I think the lady can take some time alone... Away from politics... Don't you? Let me pay for your drinks and talk about socialist utopia your country has now thanks to that woman bombing your oppressors!"
'Our country was nothing more than chaos before the revolution! Conquering is more than just destruction, the hardest part is building something new from what comes after. We built a nation built on fairness, equality, democracy. We were headed towards revolution anyhow, you just gave us a pile of radioactive waste for Dorsla to clean up.
Good comrade, we are not looking for conflict at these festivities. It is bad manners to seek offence at such events.
We merely wanted to give our honest opinion.
Here, let me give you this flask of Keltian gingerflame, as a token of good faith.'
"I never assumed your people did nothing, or that our influence was anything more than just a push in the direction you were going towards anyway... You can't say that it was Dorsla alone that cleaned it up, especially since a private landlord from KL funded more than half of the cleanup from his private funds..." says Aizat.
Ciarán lets out a large sigh "As I said, I mean no offence, nor am I looking for it. It's a party, let's enjoy ourselves. Here, take a sip at least. It's Keltia's finest."
Aizat looks at the bottle... "I may be undergoing a crisis of faith... But I cannot drink alcohol... Sorry comrade..."
Qirka sees her phone ring and sees it's Lani... Maria notices the picture Qirka has and asks "When did you take that picture? It looks like she's sleeping..." and Qirka simply says "I didn't...", smiles and picks up the phone...
"Khan Tengri Mangi! Shalom Lani! We're at the airport waiting for you..." she says.
Lani arrives at the airport. She has taken the time to pack a few of her belongings with her, including a taser, just in case things get ugly. Dorsliav aren't violent people, but the cautious bring protection.
She sees Qirka in the terminal and waves.
"Are you armed?" asks Qirka... Literally her first question... She asks it with a very nice and genuine smile... It is... Friendly...
“I thought it best to bring a weapon,” Lani admits, showing off her customized taser. “Too many incidents have made me weary.“ She matches Qirka’s face with a smile of her own.
"Good! You are trustworthy and you trust me enough to tell me this. That's a good start... It is important to carry a weapon around in KL as mugging is not exactly illegal in all cases... You might need something stronger, but I won't give you anything lethal as we don't have time for training... Take this..." says Qirka giving her a short metal self-defense whip.
"It can ge lethal if you attack the neck, but it is designed to be just very painful even though it doesn't cause much damage... As far as I know this would be allowed to carry in Dorsla, but not to use most probably..." she says showing it to her.
The Castellan Emperor, Arrow Knight, thanks all of them for coming, as the coronation party has now ended. As they leave, the Artemis III rocket shoots into the sky and towards the moon while the Thialren patriotic song "Thialrer the Brave" plays.
Lani closely examines the gift. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like this before,” she remarks. “Thank you.”
As the party has ended, the Emperor leaves the hall flanked by many guards, and leaves the Imperial Palace. A procession plays "Thialrer the Brave" as the massed bagpipes, drums, and other musicians, as well as members of the Thialren military, bring the Emperor to the Capitol Building from the Imperial Palace for the first session of Parliament after the Emperor's coronation. The Parliament is set to vote on a new constitution proposed by the Emperor, and, if successful in the vote, the Emperor will be required to announce the results. Then a nationwide constitutional referendum will be held, which will determine the future government of Thialrer.
Upon arrival at the Parliament, the joint session begins. The MPs, all recently elected by a snap election called by the Emperor, begin making statements. It goes on for a few hours before the voting begins. The Emperor watches the proceedings unfold with a pensive expression on his face. All of the MPs, with the exception of the Anzellottians, are wearing traditional clothing from their provinces, largely Turkic in nature. The Thalristani MPs are wearing traditional Arab clothing. The Anzellottian MPs wear suits, differing from the others.
The speeches unfold. Many Conservatives and Libertarians are in favor, the Liberals divided on the issue. Nico Carter, the Prime Minister and Leader of the Liberal Party, expresses his support for the constitution, while the Liberal Party whip from the Senate condemns the religious and conservative nature of the constitution.
But by the end of the speeches, the MPs seem to be largely in favor, with the most support coming from the Military District, Thalren*, and Thalristani delegates. And so the voting begins. And it proceeds into the night.
*Demonym for Thalrenius.