The assassination in Spain sent shockwaves through Europe.
The European Royal Families were interrelated, and World War I was, in essence, a scene of dostic violence where cousins fought each other, uncles fought nephews, and uncles supported their nephews in brawls.
Although many royal powers diminished after World War II, the heinous incident of assassinating royalty still left many nobles dissatisfied.
"Don’t kill , don’t kill , don’t kill ! Daddy, daddy..."
In the bedroom of the Madrid Palace, His Majesty Carlos lay in bed with his eyes tightly shut, wailing. Princess Sofia held his hand tightly, while representatives of other European royal houses stood around the bed.
The attack had left a profound psychological shadow on him; he had developed a fever that very night and had been bedridden for nearly two days, deliriously talking. The doctor said it was due to ntal stress...
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He couldn’t be dying, could he?!
Standing nearby, Crown Prince Felipe also had red eyes. As an only child, he didn’t have to worry about his right to succession, so his parents had always treated him well. Seeing his father lying in bed was heart-wrenching for him.
"Has Victor’s behavior not crossed the line for the European royal families? Are we supposed to let this tyrant bully us?" he said, looking toward the other royal representatives, raising his voice in question.
Everyone else looked at one another, at a loss.
They were helpless. Without control over troops, and with the cabinet ministers fearing the real power of royalty, they wouldn’t grant more power, reducing them to re mascots.
Just as Crown Prince Felipe sighed in disappointnt, a voice rang out, "I think we need to make a bigger noise against Victor!"
Everyone turned to see a man with a full beard stand out, resolute in expression, tall in stature, dressed in a military uniform.
Prince Michael!
He was the youngest child of Prince George, the fourth son of King George V of England. His mother was Princess Marina of Greece and Denmark, and he was a cousin of the Queen, his brother being the well-known Duke of Kent.
Forrly positioned as seventh in line of succession to the throne, his rank had plumted to beyond the fortieth position due to the prolific nature of the Queen’s family, yet with his title of "minor royalty," he managed to thrive.
"Uncle Michael..."
Felipe called Elizabeth II "Aunt Lilybet"; thus, naturally, he called her cousin "uncle," although they were damn well distantly related.
Prince Michael patted his arm and stood before the group of royal mbers, "Gentlen, we are all relatives, and we must recognize that we should unite against our common enemy. Victor is a madman; he’s not just bullying the Spanish Royal Family, he’s bullying the entire European nobility."
He paused, "Upon my arrival, I received a confidential order from the Queen. We will have a eting in London with political leaders and nobles from different countries to discuss our interests in the Latin Arican region!"
Everyone’s eyes lit up.
The United Kingdom had also dispatched its Invincible Fleet, indicating their intent to extend influence to Latin Arica. However, Spain was too weak to take the lead and was reluctant just to back out.
The timing was perfect. With Soviets barely holding on, the death of a leader would result in a significant power vacuum that British wanted to fill, longing for the influence they possessed during World War I!
"When is it?" asked Crown Prince Felipe, the only one bold enough to speak up.
Prince Michael glanced at his expensive watch, "April."
"I’ll be there for sure!"
The prince nodded in satisfaction and looked at the others, who indicated they needed to consult back ho. After comforting the princess a little, they left with their own concerns.
"Felipe, don’t think about it anymore, we should be content with our lives as they are now," Princess Sofia said, holding her son’s hand worriedly.
"It’s okay, mother. The trial given to us by God... Right now, the xicans are the biggest terrorists. If we kill him, we’ll reap many benefits!"
The princess looked at her husband lying on the bed, her eyes filled with worry.
She ca from a World War II era; she treasured the life they had now even more...
Of course, it would be better if her husband had fewer mistresses and less philandering.
...
The fallout from the attack on King Alfonso Davies of Spain and his staff still lood large.
February 23.
Spanish Defense Minister Robert encountered an ard attack by unidentified individuals while visiting the overseas territory of lilla, resulting in seven Special Service bodyguards killed and himself shot thrice, rushed to the hospital overnight.
February 24.
The youngest son of the British Navy Minister Bronny Tes died in a car crash while speeding with a girl, smashed off the London Bridge!
February 25.
An Arican representative advocating for the establishnt of a "xican Civilian Death morial Day" (to invoke the spirits of drug traffickers) was attacked en route. Six motorcycles sped past, gunn on the back wielded Uzis firing at his convoy!
The attack resulted in three Special Service Bureau agents dead, along with three accompanying officials.
This caused worldwide scalp-chilling terror!
It was also discovered that these people were on the death list issued by the Northern xican Alliance. Victor was once again in the eye of the storm!
All of Europe stood up to denounce him, and so Central Arican countries began expelling xican representatives. Haiti even beheaded an ambassador, parading his body through the streets with gangsters waving guns beside it.
Military Leader Raul Cedras was more blatant, declaring: If Victor wants to ban drugs, we’ll sell them. From now on, Haiti offers free worldwide shipping!
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