"Stand up, Orestes." said Mattir Tar-Ilium.
"Your father's passing." Orestes Tar-Ilium, 2, Prince of Myroria, stood up with help from his brother. To his right was Emma Tar-Ilium, to his left, Mattir. Ælar Tar-Ilium was absent. More feuds, and now he wasn't even recognized as a member of the Imperial Family, officially. He went from being Ælar Tar-Ilium, Prince of Myroria, to Ælar Tar-Ilium, Comrade of Great House Vrotrith.
The scraping of wooden pews on the marble floor ceased. All in the Conference Hall had stood, and Meneldur was now behind a mahogany podium, a maroon curtain draped behind it. Orestes understood nothing his father was saying, but it sounded important and majestic. He had certainly inherited Grandpa Pettie's oratory.
"Today is a time of choosing, for all Myrorians.
A time of choosing between fighting aggressive Dysanii actions or submission in the name of peace. Allow me to tell you, to those not only here, but to all Myrorians across the globe, that fighting tyranny before diplomacy is no vice. And that submission to keep the world at peace is no virtue.
From the east, the Canadian outlanders fight the Dysanii s'wit. From the north, our Southron serjos fight the American s'wit war machine. The American nation, still not recognizing their repeated failures under the doomed Kennedy administration, attempt another war against the noble fighting force that is the Pax Imperium. The Dysanii think that they can attack Canada without retaliation.
The Kennedy administration is wrong, just as much as the Dysanii.
For these reasons, a state of war now exists between the Libertarian Monarchy of Myroria, and Dysanii and America.
A time of choosing has arrived, Myrorians, for the Americans. A choice that they cannot make easily.
Democracy is already beginning to fail for them. They have resorted to moving their capital like cowards, hoping to evade just retribution. The Senate is now inside the cramped quarters of Boston, biding their time until they realize that their perfect democracy is coming down.
Here in Myroria, we have another word for democracy. It is called 'Belsenism'.
But, raise the cries from the enemies, 'Dixie has suspended the reasoning of their Congress!'.
I congratulate them. In the sweeping world of today, tradition cannot stand. Myroria learned this all too well as Great House Quarrovth stood on the brink of destruction, before my father revolutionized their thinking near the end of his tenure and converted them from neo-conservatism to the freedom loving individuals we know now.
A time for choosing has come for the Dysanii, on whether they prefer national peace over imperialism against modern nations. This choice will not be an easy one for them.
Dysanii has continued to harass our Canadian outlander serjos, taunting them. They dare to think for a second that their nation can bring down the combined forces of the Pax Imperium member nations.
A time for choosing has come, Myrorians, for whether Myroria will stand by as Canada is overrun, or whether we will fight for freedom. This choice, unlike the other ones, should be easy. For those who chose the first, you will not be punished. For those who choose the second, you will have righteousness on your side. Myroria will fare well in this war. Winter is already here for us, and Myroria is prepared for it, once again. Our troops will have the training they need, from right here at home. Thank you, to all Myrorians, for your support. Good night."
