It was a lovely day, at least for Joseph, as he walked around in what you could call a town on Planet Nevers.
With his contingent of guards wandering about, secretly and waiting for anyone to attempt an assassination attempt on him. That's when he passed a poster. He had stopped and began to read it. He started to laugh to himself and gently removed the poster from the wall, and rolled it up carefully.
A guard quickly came running over to him, shouting. "Sir Prince! If the poster is of the Council's propaganda, why haven't you destroyed it?"
"Simply because," He unrolled the poster fully to let the guard read, "I'm amused by it, and I feel the need to hang this up somewhere in my privately owned house here on Nevers. What would you say, a red stained oak picture frame?" He asked rhetorically rolling the poster up again. "Gather your men and lets head back."
The guard simply nodded, without questioning the King's son, and proceeded to wave his right hand, signaling the rest of the contingent to move out back to the personal shuttle.
The Commandant Ciel Slowly walked by, on nevers. She saw the poster on the wall, and chuclked slightly, her eyes glimmering with mirth. She slowly peeled it off the wall and carried it back with her, posting it on the bridge of her warship.
"And I don't damned well care you don't have a lead. Get rid of those posters, broadcasts, whatever they are. I want them gone. And while you're at it, see if you can't get rid of the person behind it. "
"Yes.. Madame LaCroix."
After putting out her small cigar, LaCroix stood up and turned to face the window overlooking planet Nevers from her cabin on board the flagship.
"I don't trust the brat anymore than those serving under or with me, but she's still our king's daughter. You'd do well to remember that. Get it done."
Aurelia laughed as she saw another poster calling for support of 'reinstating' Joseph as Crown Prince, even though his status as such was never more than an illusion. She continued walking without bothering to tear it down. They can yell and stamp their feet all they want, but that's not going to change my father's decision.
She had heard a few hours earlier that Marshal LaCroix was ordering all the posters tore down and the distributors taken out. Perhaps she should have a talk with her and counter this with some propaganda of their own. Censorship wouldn't endear the people to her.
"Monsieur Directeur, I believe you'd like to see this..."
When Adrien Alphonse d'Orleans turned his head around, a smile almost immediately formed, brightening his usually grey, expressionless face. However, this wasn't because of the pleasing sight his secretary was - rather, it was the poster she was holding in front of her chest that gave him a hard time not laughing out loud.
"One of our operatives found it in one of the Marines' barracks on Nevers."
d'Orleans nodded. It made sense - many conservative elements within Gallic society maintained a strong dislike for the "Zoner whore", as they called the returned Crown Princess. Adrien himself wasn't a big friend of Aurelia either; though his reasons were slightly different. The whole operation that placed her in control of the CoZ was led by the DOS - and had been a big clusterfrak. It took years to elevate Aurelia to her position - and then, of course, instead of quietly manipulating the Zoners to do the Crown's bidding, she had to leave, and of course it hadn't been a quite departure, but a gargantuan show-off. When Athenais suggested to execute her, Adrien had felt quite inclined to give her authorization to do just that - if it just weren't for Aurelia's heritage.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Marie." After a short break, he added: "Would you be so kind to frame it and put it on the wall over there?"