With the king's authority, Aiden summoned dukes and marquessates from the most important peerage to discuss about the intergenerational-rite and the journey to the golden city.

From The Most Important Peerage and Baronetcies.....of England, Great Britain, Scotland and United Kingdom.....

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▪Edward Foden↔↔↔↔Duke of Somerset..

▪Benjamin Cauldron ↔↔↔ Duke of Northfolk.

▪Mark Arthur ↔↔↔↔ ↔↔↔Duke of Sussex..

▪Rebecca ↔↔↔↔↔↔↔↔↔Royal Duchess of Cambridge from the peerage of United Kingdom

▪Charles Lennox ↔↔↔↔↔ Duke of Richmond...

▪James Robertson ↔↔↔↔↔ Duke of Edinburgh from the peerage of Scotland.

▪Prince Andrew ↔↔↔↔↔↔ Duke of York.. etc and many more

A FEW MORE NOBILITIES WERE INVITED TO THE MEETING.... Marquessates and a few counts.

Each nobility who arrived for the formally arranged gathering, was first lead by a cortege to a foyer, where Sir Charles and his wife lady Margaret of Sheffield were sited on a high ground in front of tables straddled about the foyer.

Tables and wines were made available, for the prestigious duke and duchesses always love to be entertained before going about the rightful concern of any gathering. it is a habit steep in British ceremonial rites.

Those who had arrived, gathered around Sir Charles and his queen, Margaret,

Exchanging pleasantries and getting formal with one another.

It was a competitory atmosphere for the nobilities, mostly the dukes and duchesses.

It was all about who broadens his or her British accent the more, he and she who had the most regal looking garb cloaked on his or her body, and he and she who looked striking or bleak.

It mattered more to the snotty duchesses present at the meeting, that they formed an exclusive circle near the entrance of the foyer, discussing about their latest achievements, and cheering at the hearing of one another's achievements, but inwardly choking with envy, and making surreptitious comparisons with one another, intending to show she how more prosperous she is than her fellow duchesses.

Woe be tied she who was an under achiever in their midst, for she shall be feeling uneasy and self conscious that her life is deteriorating.

At that moment, the show stealer hasn't yet arrived, miss Rebecca Stuart, royal duchess of Cambridge, sister to sir Charles Stuart (the British emperor).

Her entrance was intrusive, one of her corteges nudged the huge wooden doors, it opened spreading loud squeaks throughout the foyer, a sound that come from the tight door hinges, it informed everyone someone has arrived, and attentions were brought upon the woman making her way into the foyer, dressed in a vermilion ball gown, she walked quickly and lightly, waving nimbly, a tiny triangular hand-fan towards her neck.

Numerous eyes fixed a gaze on her.

without diffidence Rebecca took quick glances at the left and the other side.

Observing how shocked people were, and how everything about her disdained theirs, her bearing, her outfit, and a perfectly executed regal comportment.

The atmosphere and everything was right for her, a perfect entrance, plus the violinists and pianists sounding an etude opp 10 That Had an exact synchronicity with her gait, she slayed the moment.

Just like everyone, she headed straight to exchange pleasantries with his brother sir Charles.

Charles looked through the crowd that gathered around him and spotted Rebecca approaching where he was, he knew what was coming wasn't just a human coming for pleasantries, , Charles disposed his mind of every other thought in preparation for Rebecca, he could come off worse if her goes into a conversation with Rebecca unprepared.

Rebecca walked up to Charles, when lady Margaret saw her she exclaimed, out joy

"Becca!" Margaret exclaimed, she scurried to her to exchange pleasantries,

"How do you do.?" Rebecca asked.

She gave Rebecca a slight kiss on her cheek, Rebecca returned the kiss too.

Charles stood there and watched his wife make friends with his enemy, he couldn't drop his pride even before his family member.

Lady Margaret wasn't into the royal snotty behaviours, to her everyone is a friend.

Rebecca exchanged pleasantries with others who were present, her pal Benjamin cauldron duke of northfolk and her childhood friends

Amber coombs marquioness of huntly from the peerage of Scotland.

And Aya blackwood the marquioness of Winchester from the peerage of Britian.

After that, Rebecca had time to face Charles, she sneaked up on him from behind, without crouching, Charles was in a conversation with Darlington Huckabee the marquess of bath, about the sudden change in agenda.

"So someone decided to come out of doodling and be pragmatic." Rebecca said.

Charles startled at the hearing of her voice.

Rebecca intently took him unawares.

"Rebecca." , Charles turned around.

"Charles, do you care to ask me how I have been.?" Margaret said

"You've been dauntless your whole life,

Harm can't come your way." Said Charles,

"For I am harms-way." Rebecca helped complete the sentence, glorifying her stern attitude.

Charles intently shifted the topic to be about her , whoever is the topic between them risks getting hurt by words.

"What changed your mind about the preemptive war.?" Rebecca asked.

"It was mother.?"

Rebecca mowed, mum died long ago, how come she still speaks with Charles - she quickly thought-,

"Mother!" She exclaimed. And forcefully she gave a smile.

"You know forget I said anything to you." Said Charles, he blinked his eyes sprightly as though he regain his once lost senses.

He walked out on Rebecca, who was still trying to make out what he meant by mother told him.

***************(Later that day)

They all went in for a meeting about the preemptive war and the mysterious map, they all sat on a long rectangular table, long enough that it occupied all the marquessates, dukes and duchesses present at the meeting.

Rebecca was the most inquisitive about the plan during the meeting, wanting to know every crevice of reason why such plan came into King Charles's mind.

He is becoming better in his job as the Emperor, he has a Vision that when carried out, would bring England's enemies to their knees.

it is a change in Charles's character Rebecca never thought would happen, for they say deeds build character and character emits deeds.

Only a brave character can emit such agenda as Charles's, though Charles wasn't brave, a brave deed could build a character of bravery in him.

Rebecca okays having him a weak and deducing emperor, even though having such a king leaves England feeble.

Rebecca and Charles have long been compared by people and family, majority says Rebecca's attitude makes her in a way better than Charles, it pleases Rebecca to know that, and wants it to remain that way, for it could land her in the throne one day.

''we risk making enemies for england if we approve that agenda.'' rebecca said,

calling Charles's plans a menace.

''we shouldnt talk more about making enemies, Edward foden duke of somerest intruded with his words. how can we expect our knights to travel to a land that barely exist, thats suicide my lord.''he added a few heads nodded, affirming he was right.

More opinions intruded one came from Benjamin cauldron duke of north-forlk, sitting opposite Rebecca.

''My suggestion is that we should investigate if necromancy has a hand in this.

Because your imaginations cannot cause a map to appear to you, it' could be sorcery sire.''

Heads trickled up and down, mainly Rebecca's, she gave a nod to Benjamin cauldron for a good opinion.

Quite a few rubbed their hands over their beards whilst in a deep ponder, Benjamin cauldron made a real opinion.

England's enemies are intruding using sorcery, some of them thought.

''To me there isn't much to investigate about this.'' Said Mark Arthur duke of Sussex, he intruded with a non-conforming opinion, it drove gazes towards him.

"Why" ? Rebecca asked, smacking her hand on the long table, it carved out little attention to her, desperation ate her up inside.

"Yes we would love to know why." Cauldron asked.

Mark Arthur sitting immediate to Benjamin cauldron, received fierce stares from him, and from Rebecca too who sat opposite them. It was written on their faces they disapprove of his opinion.

"My opinion is, this might be a Divine intervention, the Lord has come to our course, to bring down our Enemies." Mark said, grinning in excitement, he had so much faith in what he said. God's intervention.

He is so dumb that made Sussex deride of wealth and contributions to the Economic growth of the British empire, cauldron thought inwardly, and shook his head outwardly.

They would call his words nothing more than insignificant, for the appearance of a map and the kings agenda, translates in no way to a divine intervention.

Yes the Lord most high helps in preemptive wars against heathen nations which Germany, France or Rome. their closest targets can't be named as one, could the lord stir up violence amongst his people. Said Charles Lennox duke of Richmond.

British empire looks more heathen in the eyes of other empires for they aren't roman Catholics, Britain believe in a henry v induced Christianity called the Anglican, which they are usually criticized for having little reverence to the mother of God. Mary of Nazareth.

Charles Lennox knew about that.

It made his speech less insignificant compared to mark Arthur's words, Duke of Sussex.

After Lennox made his speech hands joined for a fervent applaud to his factual statement, causing an eruption of clattery sounds.

It made mark Arthur look like a fool in front of everyone, nobody clapped for him when he made his speech.

Possibly it dawned on him peoples view of him, a man full of nit-witty behaviours.

That's why his duchy is deride, he sat reserved of every outward behaviour, his hands folded , lips sealed, it's the only way he could avoid disgrace.

As for Lennox , the wealthiness of Richmond , speaks for him how wise and a good leader he is,

He took a seat feeling happy about his well thought opinion.

A big load have been dropped on the approval of Charles's agenda , Rebecca's thought.

It will definitely be voided as being part of Britain's agenda.

She smiled when nothing was amusing at the moment, that came from having sinister thoughts, she saw a few people looking at her, with a complex in their miens , Charles was one of them, they must be thinking"what is entertaining, about the moment that's making her smile." it is trivial in attitude to stretch your lips wide, in this occasion, Rebecca thought. She stopped smiling after having those careful thoughts.

"I have heard all your opinions.

King Charles said, bringing a halt to other opinions, he didn't give the marquessates a chance to speak, only the dukes and duchesses spoke.

Disregarding the role of the marquessates during wars are very important.

They are tasked to guard the frontiers very well whenever Britian is at war.

Charles's voice took everyone's attention.

"the final decision shall be made after the bishop tells us what God has to say about my agenda.

We know as the bible says, tell God all your plans and they shall succeed." He added.

Two guards walked into the hall just after Charles completed his speech, there were with Bishop O.u Cyril, a product of north-folk, the duchy, he came to reveal what the lord has said concerning the journey and the map.

Britain, religious to its cores, heeds more to religious leaders than emperors, even the emperor himself seeks advice from the bishop before going into action about his plans.

It all meant that, in some way, the fate about the journey and Charles's agenda rests on shoulders of bishop Cyril's opinion about the journey.

All held prayers for it in their hearts as Bishop Cyril made his way towards them with his familiar crispy steps, a behaviour caused by his dwarf-like physique.

A good number of people prayed to the lord for their selfish desires to come true, many believed for once, God will indeed answer a selfish prayer, provided they prayed for it.

Only but a few of in there prayed sincerely in their minds for the Lord to take absolute control. It's a familiar character for God to not to involve himself in the selfish interests of men, but he'd rather involve in a prayer with a self-abnegneted interest. Wether it's importance is little or big.

Bishop O.U Cyril took stage to address them all, about what God had to tell them, he stood in front of the round table, and practically in front of everyone,

"May I have your attentions noble-men." He snapped, calling for an atmosphere that would good for making a speech.

All whispering noises died away gradually.

"Come holy ghost filled the hearts of the faithful. Bishop prayed.

"And rekindle in us the fire of the lord. The crowd answered to the rythm.

"We pray in the lords mighty name." Bishop said.

All responded "amen!" Giving a slight bow in reverence to the most high.

Everyone kept silent after that, focusing all their attention towards bishop O.u Cyril, and anxiously seeking to hear what he had to say.

The lord loves England for we are his children, Cyril said stomping his holy staff on the floor, for no significant reason actually, it is the usual way he acts when speaking , it makes him look imperial.

God loves England because england revers God.

England trusts in God, they are like mount Zion who trust in the lord the bible says.

And the lord will never let his people be defeated, he said.

After I got a message about Our beloved king Charles's agenda, I went into prayers and the lord ministered to me through the holy spirit.

He said to me. The time has come when England shall prevail against her enemies.

I asked the lord, who are the enemies and what they have done that you deliver them into our hands.

The lord said, they have abandoned him the I am that I am, to worship Baal an evil deity, an idol made by artwork of human.

France, Germany , Spain , including Rome have all gone astray from the living God and choose to worship Baal.

The lord wants to use us as an instrument to punish them for their atrocities, just like he did to the moabites and Assyrians and tyre when he defeated them at endor and their bodies became dung on the ground.

The lord orders us to bring down our enemies , for they have derailed from worshiping him, the one and only true God.

Whoever is not for God, is an enemy to England.

Now they satisfy whatever that pleases their carnal-self. Adultery, formication , revelry and sodomy, and gone down to bestiality.

Just as the most high rained hot sulphur upon Sodom and Gomorrah as punishment for her impurity.

He shall punish those heathen nations by delivering them into the hands of their foes, because every sinner deserves to die!

Thus says the lord."

Bishop O.u Cyril had them seeing his back , after he finished his speech,

Harangues took place afterwards.

Rebecca found herself in the loosing team, nothing more can she bring up to make everyone not support Charles's agenda.

She has lost the battle, she and cauldron.

One in the dukedom had his morale replenished after the bishops speech , Mark Arthur Duke of Sussex , after his opinion was compassed as unimportant.

"I believe there isn't much to talk about. Mark Arthur said, with a little intense tone,

Since the lord has come to our course,"

They all agreed to vote if it should be added in the British agenda, a lot of minds have been thwarted to believe and support Charles's agenda.

They voted.

Seventy percent of them voted the journey 'd be embarked on. Twenty percent disagreed Rebecca, cauldron and a few others disagreed.

The other ten percent stood for nothing, they will eventually fall for everything , mark told them.

The Meeting was over.

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King Charles chose Breton Calunott as the master of the journey.

Breton Calunot...

A brave knight in the British military, he is more than a knight to king Charles iV, he was his friend a right hand man.

Usually, casual knight rarely get the chance of being the king right hand man, friend and trusted knight.

But Breton Calunot's story was different , his unconditional service to the empire , made the king value him.

Breton Calunot's wedding ceremony was to be held tomorrow morning

But he has to postpone it , for he has been tasked to find the golden city that same morning, a journey that could last up to a whole year or more.

Britain, known for a character called colonialism, had Breton tasked to overthrow the owners of the golden city and have the golden city made an English land.

Breton Calunot cancelled his wedding with Jill , a charming and beautiful dutch maiden.

Jill's p.o.v

Jill is a Dutch maiden who barely believes she will ever find real pleasure or joy in life, her live was full of restrictions, made by the trammels of a dictatorial partner, Breton calunot (a.k.a the vigilant knight), she haven't patrial rights like everyone living in britian, and she suffered segregation from native British women, that call themselves pure breeds, or originals.

It made life feel hopless to her,

The freedom she's given, if measured with that of a Cottier wouldn't have a perceptible difference.

The meager level of acceptance given to her by British women seemed as though she was a menacing person.

And the abusive treatment from her own partner who she is intimate with, made her feel like her life was hopeless, and will never know pleasure nor joy.

Depression was a regular state of mind and body for her.

She laments on her way to London.

"Who knows how it feels to live in a foreign land, utterly far away from your land of origin, you reside in that land, not because you wanted to, but because you've lost the hope of finding a life back home.

And Even if you finally find a way back, although it was the land where you were born, and grew to a teenage age, and your mindset was been made to their liking.

You wouldn't mind going back for you haven't a family existing there anymore,

You now value being in the confines of aliens and adopting their way of living, there are your friends and cronies, or more like a family.

You might be amidst them, but genuinely, you are solaitry, deep down and inwardly, you are dying in loneliness.

They can never be close to you enough like they would to an indigene, or to one who has a patrial right.

You barely have something, or utterly have nothing in common with them, and that constantly reminds you that, you aren't one of them.

Even when you try to fit in, it doesn't seem to befit your character, your otherness still shows, believe me when I say, that's when embracing the only life you know Becomes necessary.... ------jill kept thinking.....

She sat in a carriage heading to London from Leicester, moving along the rigorous plains leading to the royal Castle at burckingham, currently it has been a two day journey for her , an arduous one.

Her fiance, Breton calunot sent for her, after she was brought the news their wedding has been adjourned indefinitely, but was made clear it wouldn't be held the current year, considering Breton has been tasked to go on a long journey to the city of gold, which could last up to a year or two.