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"I bring forth a message from the King, addressed to the Royal House of Austria,"

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TO: The Royal House of The Nation of Austria

FROM: Lord Galen, King of the Holy Kingdom of Arsenia, Head of the House of Habsburg-Purple

It appears that we are of a similar bloodline, the Royal House of Austria being that of Habsburg-Lorraine, and that of Arsenia being Habsburg-Purple. Upon that being said, we should waste no time in discussing the heart of said matter. Should it be true, we must bond together, for the sake of our bloodline. The world is filled with many, those who have power, those who claim power, and those who deserve power. Our ancestry has been shown to have all three qualities, which makes it one of the Greatest and Most Noble Houses in all of Europe.

That is why I Officially invite you to dine in my Customs House, the most eloquent of all in the Kingdom's Royal Palace. Should you accept, my Minister of Foreign and Domestic Policy, Lord Krzy Asn, shall give you further instructions on how to reach the Customs House, in a most efficient and safe manner.

I look forward to your reply, and await your response.

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Encrypted message; Medium

Recipient; Lord Galen, King of the Holy Kingdom of Arsenia, Head of the House of Habsburg-Purple

Sender; King Alexander I., King of Austria, Grand Duke of the Duchies of Bavaria and Slovenia, Head of the Royal House of Habsburg-Lorraine

Subj.; Re: Invitation

Greetings.

I would be delighted in visiting your nation and dining with you, Lord Galen.

My private plane is being prepared already.

I look forward to meeting you.

Sincerely,

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King Alexander I.

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"I bring forth a message from the King, addressed to the Royal House of Austria,"-Lord Krzy Asn

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TO: King Alexander I., King of Austria, Grand Duke of the Duchies of Bavaria and Slovenia, Head of the Royal House of Habsburg-Lorraine

FROM: Lord Galen, King of the Holy Kingdom of Arsenia, Head of the House of Habsburg-Purple

January 18th, 2011

It is wondrous to have a name behind the House, most beneficent King Alexander. It pleases me to know that you would be interested in joining me at my Customs House for a discussion pertaining to our bloodline, which is most direct after all.

If conditions permit you, can I can expect you to be arriving in Arsenia by January 25th?

I look forward to your reply, and await your response.

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Encrypted message; Medium

Recipient; Lord Galen, King of the Holy Kingdom of Arsenia, Head of the House of Habsburg-Purple

Sender; King Alexander I., King of Austria, Grand Duke of the Duchies of Bavaria and Slovenia, Head of the Royal House of Habsburg-Lorraine

Subj.; Re: Invitation

I will be arriving in the early morning of the 25th; Around 6:00 or 7:00.

Regards,

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King Alexander I.

OOC: Short note, in case you didn't read through my news thread: Austria is a constitutional monarchy; I have parties, a parliament and the like, but the King still has considerable powers. Basically, the powers are very roughly split 50/50 between the Parliament and the King.

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Some days later, in the morning of the 25th at 6:12 in the morning, the plane of King Alexander would then approach the airport of Arsenia's capital.

It was marked to show it belonging to the Royal House of Habsburg-Lorraine and the pilot identified it as such.

In essence, it was a AusAir 350 plane, modified for big cabins, security, guards, et cetera, much like the Airforce One of the former United States. Only with a more modern design and more efficient defenses against possible attackers.

It was escorted by two Me 2.616 Pinguin fighters at least until the border of Arsenia and further, if allowed to by the nation's government.

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As the AusAir 350 plane approached Arsenia, the Air Traffic Control Tower went awry.

"Why is there an unauthorized flight over restricted land?" Said a low level Air Traffic Controller.

"I'm pretty sure it has authorization." Said another.

"Well, I'm also picking up two fighters on the radar. Should they enter our boundaries, that may be declared an act of war." Said this first.

"I think we should just let them through. If it was a threat, we would have word by the Major by now." Said the second.

"Well, I just think that it's a bit fishy. I mean, if we were to know about this, then we would already know by now, right?" Said the first.

"Well, hold on, I'll try to reach them. Pzzz-- This is Alpha Control Arsenia, to the unidentified aircrafts flying in the vicinity of Sector Charlie Alpha Seventeen. Do you have identity verification? Do you have authorization to fly in this zone?

Pzzzzzzz-zzzzzz

This is Alpha Control, Do You Read Me?

Dang, no answer. At their current speed, they'll be at the captital in 30 minutes. I can't risk anything." Said the second.

"I completely understand, try them one more time, and if they don't respond, then we will have to choice but to dispatch some fighters." Said the first.

"Ok.

Pzzz. This is Alpha Control to Unidentified Aircrafts. This IS YOUR LAST WARNING. Pull out of Arsenian Restricted Airspace, or we will have to take you down by force.

Pzzzzzz-zzzzzzz.

Ok, I don't want to have to do this, but I have no choice. Call up Hangar 5B and have them send out a few dispatch fighters." Said the second.

At the last second, before the Second Controller is to issue a most fatal message, A Colonel, by the name of Lockhearte, walks with celerity into the room, as if it is just him and his mission. He asks another controller where the Second Controller, named Marshall, is. He points Lockhearte to his station, and puts the letter into his hands as the Controller utters the words, "This is Alpha Control, we need to dispatch some fi..." Marshall picks up the leter and reads it, then hangs up the phone. After giving a sigh of relief, he realizes that he was very well close to starting a war himself. Should the King of a foreign country to die in Arsenian airspace, nevertheless one of the same bloodline of King Galen, he would have surely found the gallows, as well as plummeting the country into something far worse.

King Alexander's flight, at least in his own mind, is uneventful at best.

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It all could've been a small mistake such as the pilots not opening the plane for all frequencies or another such tiny thing...But it was these small things that were capable of starting devastating wars.

Nontheless, the flight luckily was eventless. As such, once in range of the capital, the fighters changed their wing-position to 'in' and sped away, now easily reaching 2.5 times the speed of sound, of course with an appropriate sonic boom.

In the meantime, the King's plane began its descend towards the airfield, though now open to all frequencies...A minor error that the pilot noticed a few minutes ago. He could now be contacted quite easily by ground control. A few minutes later, the plane would have landed and come to a stop.

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The First Controller makes a slight nod, almost as if to say, "Ahh, so it's an Austrian plane then. Thank god we didn't shoot it down." He then messages the plane to tell them to land on the Southern Strip of the Arsenian National Airspace.

As the plane touches ground, a Royal Motorcade awaits.

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As the doors of the Austrian plane open, two men step forth. One named Earning, a Lt. General, and one named Saber, a Brigadier General. Saber quietly escorts the King to the motorcade, and it is soon on its way. It is a 20 minute ride to the Palace, and once again, everyone wishes this will be an uneventful 20 minutes.

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As the doors of the Austrian plane open, two men step forth. One named Earning, a Lt. General, and one named Saber, a Brigadier General. Saber quietly escorts the King to the motorcade, and it is soon on its way. It is a 20 minute ride to the Palace, and once again, everyone wishes this will be an uneventful 20 minutes.

King Alexander, followed by two of his elite guards, silently sat into the vehicle to which Saber escorted him, closing his eye during the short journey to the Palace.

Once there and out of the vehicles, he would take a minute or two to look around to see what kind of palace a Russian Habsburg dynasty would live in.

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