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Date Posted: Monday, October 04, 02:01:59am
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Loveroy
's message, "Mon Roi - Chapter 36 and forward" on Thursday, August 12, 02:40:15am
The Kingdom had been in a state of expectation waiting for the dome to be finished and for the subjects to be able to go to the simulated outdoors and enjoy nature. The holiday was called in conjunction with the substantiation that the only survivors to the disaster were now contained in the same area of the planet. Everyone would remain under Prince Michael’s rule until the day when the gray phosphorous toxic cloud lifted and the rest of the vastness could be repopulated, but that was many years in the future.
There was a time after the debacle and during the very confusing period that followed, when it was thought the former Nations of the World could be reestablished and repopulated. Given the small amount of people left in the Planet as a whole, less than 10,000, it proofed more feasible to bring everyone together and completely readjust humanity to individually fit each person. After much discussion and examination of the facts, it was decided King Paul’s realm was the least affected portion of the globe and thus the perfect Utopia. The Subjects straggled in from parts unknown, they were incorporated into this new society, the dome was finished and on this day the New World was born. Jubilation ruled throughout.
Queen Madeline smiled from the balcony of the castle as the festivities unfolded below her and held King Paul’s hand as he addressed her in his characteristically intolerant way, “Are you watching them Madeline?” A rhetorical question the Queen knew needed no answer, “It’s like if they had been let out for recess from a Kindergarten class.”
The female sovereign looked at her husband and actually laughed, “Paul, they have been underground for an exaggerated amount of time.”
The King answered her just as sternly, “Madeline, you are the Queen of the obvious my dear.”
The Queen didn’t take offense to his tone or of his remarks, after all she knew he was putty in her hands, “Paul sometimes you need to have even the obvious pointed out to you.”
The gravely voice of an attendant was heard over the merriment of the crowd below, “Your Highnesses, I have His Royal Highness Prince Michael on the phone for you.”
King Paul took one phone extension and Queen Madeline took the other. Their son was at times exasperating and Paul was not entirely enthused about the younger Monarch having command, but he was foremost their son. Prince Michael was a source of pride for the King, although he never allowed this admiration to be known to the handsome man, he did tell his wife in his peculiar fashion.
Paul spoke, “Michael when are you coming to preside over the celebrations?”
Prince Michael’s voice was broken and teary, “She doesn’t seem to want to come out of the coma, the doctors have no hope.”
Of course the elder Monarchs knew Michael was referring to Nikita who was still unconscious after six more months and thus unresponsive to her memory’s restoration process. The young man was despondent and beyond himself with grief, but Michael exhaustively oversaw every particular of the realm’s restoration process, as was his obligation, not once allowing his personal concerns to interfere with his duties. Michael was willing to forgo focusing on his affairs for the good of the many, but he was damn if he was going to allow the celebrations to cut into his individual pursuits.
“Michael, let it go. The doctors have told you that if Nikita doesn’t want to respond to the treatment it is because she feels uncomfortable with her surroundings and won’t come back until she is ready to do so.” Queen Madeline told her son.
Michael didn’t answer, then his father added, “Every vile containing her memory has been reinserted into her Michael, but she has only fluttered her eyes once.”
Michael spoke softly, “The doctors think that if I take her back to where she grew up she might recognize her surroundings.”
“Absolutely not, I will not risk you going back there” Paul emphatically added.
An argumentative Michael answered, “Father, I don’t need your permission. I am a grown man and I have command.”
Queen Madeline spoke, “Hush Paul. Michael when I first heard that she was not regaining consciousness I thought she would eventually need to return home.” Madeline was smiling softly at the telephone receiver in her hand. “So I had her original shelter refurbished. Take her there.”
Paul started to complain at his wife’s meddling and Michael murmured a quick thank you to the woman who had given him life, “Thank you mother. We’ll be leaving in an hour, I’ll be sure she is ready to be transported.”
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Michael walked into the building that served as the hospital to consult with the doctor who would prepare him to take over Nikita’s treatment. Michael was going to be alone with the blonde woman and he needed to be ready for any unforeseen disaster. His heart was lighter with an optimistic hope that he was going to get his Nikita back. The Doctor was not answering his pager and while he waited, for over an hour, Michael was pulled into the day to day problems of his Kingdom.
A young attendant ran into the building screaming for the Monarch, “Your Highness, Your Highness she is up Sire, she is awake.” Michael stopped, frozen on his tracks, turned and ran out of the building with the attendant following close behind.
Prince Michael arrived at the door to the room Nikita occupied, guards stood at the ready and moved aside when Michael approached them, “Sire.” The doctor that treated Nikita spoke blocking Michael’s entrance to the room.
Prince Michael had to call the guards down for the Doctor’s stance was misconstrued as threatening, “She came around about an hour ago, she doesn’t remember anyone… well she does remember the battles, bombs and disaster, but not a soul.”
“May I see her?” Michael asked as Sir Walter arrived at his side; the Prince acknowledged Walter with a nod.
“Given her reactions so far, I would not recommend it Your Highness.” The Doctor answered.
“I see.” Michael needed to at least see Nikita and Walter could feel his desperation.
Walter made a suggestion, “Perhaps, you could come into the room and pretend that you visit all the recuperating subjects.”
“Yes, it could work.” The Doctor said, “Your Highness, it may be a good idea if she sees you that way; we could measure her reaction.”
“Very well.” Michael said and walked into the room to find Terri and Carla sitting by a standing Nikita; the women were laughing at something someone had said.
At Michael’s entrance into the room, the women stood and the three curtsied reverently in front of the Monarch. The Prince walked towards the beautiful blonde, his heart beating at a staccato rate inside his taut chest and unable to speak from the emotion, he nodded instead and helped her up. Michael’s eyes rested gently on Nikita’s beautiful features, he saw a little twinkling of blue, but it was admiration and not recognition.
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