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The rowboat was pathetically small, but it was all the Queen had. Cyreniice Northan was still too young, too small and too poor to have any sort of navy. The de Blanc family had only just taken control of the newly-formed country, staking a claim on one of the islands after relocating their capital of Northanholde. As exotic birds sang an eerie song, hidden by the vegetation that covered the majority of the barely-inhabited island, the Queen sighed.
As small as it was, it was a place for the people. Her people.
A small group of Northanic reporters flashed their cameras, excitedly taking pictures of the young queen and her adviser, her right-hand woman, Lady of Affairs Selena Rosario. Lady Rosario wore her normal outfit - a white and gold, bellydancer-esque outfit that showed her toned stomach - and at the Queen's left, the Lord of Land Management, Lord Markham Smyth. He stepped forward, in his hands a small, wooden poll, topped with the flag of Cyneriice Northan. With a slightly over-dramatic rise of the flag, he puffed out his chest, and took a deep breath.
"In the name of the House of de Blanc, House of our Queen Her Majesty, Cybil de Blanc, I decree this island to be the land of Cyneriice Northan!"
And with that, he plunged the butt of the pole into the ground. Reporters snapped more pictures of the royal entourage as a message was sent out all over the world.
TO THE CITIZENS OF THE WORLD:
"I, Queen Cybil of House de Blanc, have claimed an island in Southeast Asia for my country, Cyneriice Northan. My wish is for it to be recognized by our world's leaders, and that, from here on in, you shall be stepping on my country's territory if you come."
This post has been edited by Cybil de Blanc: 01 October 2009 - 06:20 PM

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