One Hour Later.
Almost not hearing the knock on her door, Blue Cheese Empress flinched. How many times did she tell people to not come to her quiet room? Whoever was on the other end, they had a few cheese screws loose! Putting everything down, she rolled up her sleeves. Slamming the entrance back, she hid a fist behind her.
"Swiss Cheese Elf, I've told you so many times to never disturb me in this room!" Blue Cheese Empress cried, fists shaking.
"But, like, I've been calling you for the past ten minutes, and you didn't answer," Swiss Cheese Elf replied. "The meeting is starting. The big wigs from the amusement park are here, and the medical team. We gotta hurry." She stuck out her hand as she said such. "C'mon, it'll be over before you know it."
Dragged along the way, Blue Cheese Empress almost wanted to stop in her tracks. Could they please just schedule this meeting for another day, or something? What if they saw her face? No, no, no, this won't do! Why couldn't Pecorino Romano Demon just make her a time cheesechine like she asked? It couldn't have possibly been that much work! What a lazy mozzarella stick he was.
"Could you like, stop dragging your feet, please?" Swiss Cheese Elf asked. "I promise, you'll get your laser treatment after this, okay? Stop being such a little cream cheese baby."
Attendant referring to her as an infant, the Empress could feel a wise crack ready to bounce back. But, she ate such words. Ah, why waste her breath on any of this? That'd be such a waste of time, like, hello? This would be over before she knew it, and then she was off to laser land! Look to the bright side, if there even was one. Was there one? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?
Reaching the meeting room, a ton of infernal men with cheesy suits seated themselves by the ideas board. Doctors in the corner, she crossed her fingers. Make this quick, come on, please let this meeting breeze on by like nothing happened. If only she had a time cheesechine, this would be done already! Meeting with these people who wanted to decide how to run her country for her, she'd rather become a nice aged cheddar than listen to what these old, two thousand year old demons had to say. This was her empire, thank you.
"Cheesed to make your acquaintance, Blue Cheese Empress," the old coot said. "We would like to discuss reconstructing some old amusement parks. Our citizens have complained that the loss of Cotija Fountain Park has dulled their moods a bit." His hand moved up and down as he spoke. "We would like to reconstruct it, and possibly build some new facilities there, if possible."
Cotija Fountain Park brought to her attention, Blue Cheese Empress drummed her fingers on the table. Oh, that old park? Why waste resources on rebuilding that one? Team looking at her from every angle, she could feel herself ready to shrink. What good would it do bringing that shame of a failure back? It had been destroyed by one little flick of a wrist from a warring kingdom who refused to follow the rules. No need for that.
"Not necessary," Blue Cheese Empress said, but her voice cracked. But, he sleeve had soon been tugged.
"Uh, hello, my liege, are you crackers?" Gouda Ram Lord whispered. "Don't you remember, we store some of our weapons in the storage room there! If you don't agree to this reconstruction, we'll lose access to all that!"
Annoying sheep whispering in her ears, the Empress folded her arms on the table. It's not like she can't just move their weapon stock somewhere else. And, besides, did that even matter? They hardly ever rose a hand to people in Kingdom Warfare. What loss would it be if they didn't rebuild this park? There was no value to be had here. Scooting over to the ram's ear, she almost bit it.
"Who cares? We don't need it," Blue Cheese Empress whispered.
"What do you mean we don't need it?" Cheesy Macaroni Fox whispered. "Yes, we do!" But, she spaced out for a moment. "Why do we need them again?"
"Oh, dear, Swiss, explain it to her, please," Nguri Panda King whispered.
"The traps are integral to our defense line, you know," Swiss Cheese Elf whispered. "Like, integral, integral. It's like, forgetting to put the milk in the cheese, integral."
"She's right," Pecorino Romano Demon added. "Fake a cough, hurry."
Everyone saying the opposite, the Empress was ready to rip her hair out. Ah, were these five plotting against her? It's not like Pecorino couldn't make more traps, like, come on now! It wasn't that difficult. Forget this fountain park. If they had mentioned rebuilding the Blue Cheese Festives park, then maybe she'd grant them the three letter word of acceptance. These old coots just didn't get it. But, what kind of leader would she be to say the two letter word of rejection? Take it back, she had to take it back. Coughing, she tried to get back on track.
"What I meant to say was, go right ahead," Blue Cheese Empress said, eyes twitching. "Please, feel free to rebuild the park." The medical team then soon turned towards her.
"Cheesed to make your acquaintance, Miss Empress," the doctors said. "As you are aware, we have an alarming medicine shortage across the entire empire. We would like to request your permission to import some supplies from The Nut Shores until we're able to solve this problem."
Failing kingdom mentioned, the Empress pocketed a groan. The Nut Shores? Wasn't that one of the lesser republics in the southern portion of Satiation Kingdom? For the love of, couldn't they have chosen a more successful place to import medicines from? Maybe she should ask about that. Knock them while they're down.
"You're aware The Nut Shores are one loss away from collapsing, right?" Blue Cheese Empress asked in a mocking tone, voice cracking. "Why import from them?"
"Your Majesty, I understand that the Republic of Nuts, also known as The Nut Shores is not doing so well, but their line of medicine is the highest class in all of Satiation Kingdom," the doctors said in a stern tone. "No one comes nearly as close as they do when it comes to medical practices. We implore you to accept."
Boomerang of words rebound towards her head, the Empress folded her hands over her head. What should she do? If she uttered the two letter word of rejection, she'd be regarded as a terrible leader. But, if she accepted, what good would it do? It would probably take weeks for the supplies to get here through the trade route. Warfare had been getting much more frequent lately. An envoy would most certainly be intercepted and cause the The Nut Shores to collapse upon itself.
She drummed her fingers on the table as she kept on pondering. But, if she rejected, her lifeline would probably be on the line, wouldn't it? And, so would some other people who didn't have their own medicines. But, there had to have been other places to trade with. Right, bring that up to the docs.
"What other options are available for us to trade with that are faster?" Blue Cheese Empress asked. "It would take an envoy a whole week to reach the empire with the supplies."
"Unfortunately, no other kingdoms are willing to trade with us right now," the doc said. "This remains our only option."
Snapping her fingers, the Empress buried her head on the table. Ah, this wasn't gouda. What was going on with the other trade routes? What were their other trade routes anyway? But, that's when she remembered. Ah, right, Sweet and Sour Kingdom. Hadn't they recently closed off all outside influence or something? Guess there was no other option, then.
"Fine, I shall allow it," the Blue Cheese Empress responded. "And, try to get the supplies here quickly."
"We will try to have the envoy arrive within two days time, if possible," the doc said. "Thank you for your time."
Annoying old coots leaving, the Empress kept her head buried on the table, for a moment. Thank gouda that meeting was over. Her voice didn't sound gruff, did it? She needed to start practicing more! Ah, goodness, it had cracked so many times today, didn't it? Gross, disgusting, horrible, terrible, awful, no gouda.
Getting a good old laser to the lip, chest and legs, she could soon breathe again. Beautiful, brie-utiful, she was soft again, femme, pristine, fit for an empress. But, as she thought such, the warfare siren soon tooted its own horn. Team bolting towards her door, she cracked her knuckles. Well, well, well, it would seem like a certain sour kingdom dared to challenge her. Slapping on a poncho, she bolted through the door.
It was time for some amusement.
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