Lord Worthington, you are requested to attend us in our private offices in the Winter Palace at 9:32 sharp, tomorrow morning. [font=Comic Sans Ms]Carnia
Deliver to the office of Lord Mountbatten:
Lord Mountbatten, you are invited to attend us in the Gala Hall of the Winter Palace at 9:48, tomorrow morning. [font=Comic Sans Ms]Carnia
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9:32, Carina's Office.
Lord Worthington arrived on time, as requested, slightly harried and downtrodden. It had been an awfully rough run for him. She offered him tea, he accepted. Of course, the queen was in a hurry. She was always in a hurry, one wondered what stimulants she was taking. Her statement was brief.
"Worthington, do understand that you are not particularly at fault. Its a meatgrinder of a job, and it chews up anyone who sits in that chair for too long. I'm sure you saw this coming, and I'm sure you understand. At 9:48 today, I will have your government replaced with the current popular government, in the Gala Hall. You're welcome to attend. This isn't an exile, nor is it a punishment. Its just time for a change."
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Even an invitation, extended from Carina's office, carries the force of command. Of course Mountbatten had arrived. She gestured, he came to stand beside her, and she said simply:
"This is a time for action, not deliberation. While a new government would of course develop out of the current controversy in due time, we do not have such time. As such, Lord Mountbatten is granted the role of Prime Minister, and requested to form a new and actionable Government."