President Fatah Saves the Escape

A Beginning

I’d woken up bright and early in the morning, just as early as my staff had. But I hadn’t yet left my bed. This morning, important as it was, I’d woken up pretty lazy.

Mireille had come in to call me out of bed twice but here I still lied, unwilling to think and unwilling to get up. I idly wondered what would come of this day, it was my inauguration, I was officially taking the reins of the country, but I am well aware that many already see that with or without an inauguration, I was the man ruling the nation.

The inauguration was just a chance for the entire nation to see me in such respect, a moment to be ingrained in their minds as they begin to recognize the pseudo monarch I was. It was also a moment for me to address the entire country, all through the past month all my words, actions and orders had been communicated through the news or Matthias and Luciano.

It was a moment to for King and subject to meet.

But I suppose it was there-in that lied my unwillingness to move from my b