The plane landed at the airport. It was raining. Alia liked the rain. It cleaned the dirt away. Which was why she was in Myoria. She wanted to see how Maurice, the new monarch was doing. From what she heard, the depression was slowly losing ground and the revival of the economy was happening. She had seen him at his father's funeral, but she didn't talk to him. She knew how it felt to lose a father. The plane made it's halt. Alia put her glass of Quebecois Wine down and got up. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, a white shirt and a blue overshirt. She let her hair down. Two of her guards were standing by the door. One was holding her jacket, while the other had an umbrella. The guard holding the jacket put it on her, and then they walked down the plane's steps. The sky was grey and dull, but she didn't care.
A limo was parked waiting for her to arrive. The limo didn't have any flags of the Canadian Empire on it. Alia's security was worried about the reported hanging of outlanders. They had gotten word of three Canadian tourists who had fled Myroria north to Christstan after one of them had been beaten by Myrorian ultra-nationalists early in the depression. No charges had ever been brought up. A group of guards were standing silently. They opened the limo door and the Empress got in the car. Her guards followed her in. The limo slowly took off and was driving through the elegant buildings of the Myrorian capital. She looked at one of her guards. "When will we be at the palace?"
"In ten minutes, Your Majesty."
Good. She nodded. In ten minutes, she would see the Myrorian Emperuer. She liked him. He seemed more liberal then his conservative relatives. He seemed to want change, much like her when Alia took the throne. She fluffed her long brown hair. She needed to look her best.
