President Fatah Saves the Escape

The boy who ruled

The boy who ruled.

Is what the newspapers called me bright and early on a Sunday morning. I’d read many headlines from the stack of newspapers that had been brought to the room and they all said the same about me. The boy who ruled. I idly wondered if they media houses had all come together to and cast a ballot on what to dub me.

After we were taken from the Airport to meet Bernardor, I found myself being greeted by a large extravagant ceremony held in honour of my visit. In past lives I hadn’t gone on many state visits, but I had enough sense to recognize the proper respect of etiquette the Aridorian Government had shown me by organizing a formally welcoming ceremony despite the shady view the rest of the world had of me and my administration.

Though I did not expect the ceremony that didn’t mean I wasn’t prepared for it. As custom of State visits, I exchanged gifts with the President. I’d gotten him a nice () and he in turn had presented me with () I was flattered really.

After much