Prime Minister Cicy shifted in her HoloChair, the solidified light matter contorting to offer her the utmost comfort, and brought her brilliant purple eyes to bear onto the figure infront of her. "What are we going to do with you then?", she questioned.
"Well, you know where I stand, don't you! You have this entire country on a tight leash, don't you think I don't know! One thosuand years you've sat there, gradually stripping my institution of it's powers - and now, well, look at me! I'm you're figurehead, pure and simple. I won't have it anymore, I'll go to the press, to the Royalists, to anyone who will listen. We will secede!". The figure had become increasingly irrate throughout her monologue, and by the end she was mere inches from the Prime Minister, spluttering in her face.
"How unbecoming of you,
Your Majesty.
You're right, of course, I have been Prime Minister for over a millenia, just as you have sat on high in Refleja Palace for near as long. You are still the Queen, still the Foremost Speaker of the Disparitious House and yet you say I have stolen your power? No. You have become increasingly power hungry throughout the centuries, and now I have no way to sate you. This is a democratic country, damn it, and we will not be governed by an unelected megalomaniac. I have been elected justly over ---"
"Justly!? Don't make me laugh. There have been 128 elections since your 'ascension'. You really think I believe that you've won them all fairly? Why, I remember many opposition candidates that have simply petered away - their funds run out, they transfer parties. No. You are no democratic leader. I represent the people, I listen to them... You and your cronies represent yourselves. You strengthen your own and the elite by leeching off the rest of us and we will not stand for it anymore."
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