Act III

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An Unholy Matrimony 5/7

[anonymous]

One Year Later

Amsterdam! Of all the cities in the world, he felt almost glad that the resistance had chosen to liberate Amsterdam.

Peter gazed down at the map before him and fiddled distractedly with his reading glasses. The map was a representation of his empire, with different tints to indicate the level of resisitance in each area. But for a few insignificant specks of amber across Asia and the Middle East, the map was a perfect uniform green, a testament to his power and ruthless method of gaining it. But now one whole city stood out bold, blood red. Peter had to admit that it made him very, very angry. Only one man would be stupid enough and inspiring enough to lead those rebels, he knew - and it was the same man who could have been predicted to choose Amsterdam as his starting point in this desperate war against darkness.

"What are we going to do?" asked George from his throne, where he was being fed rice by a young servant. "The only way to stop them is to crush them at once."

"How right you are, my sweet," Peter answered. "We must mobilize our forces in Germany and completely cut off Holland from its neighbours. We will line every border with soldiers, each one ready to shoot at the first sign of resistance. Then air attacks can begin."

In the gloom, George licked his violet lips daintily. "Millions of innocent people will die."

Silently, Peter turned to look at George. Their eyes met and slowly they both began to grin, losing control at exactly the same time. George threw back his head and laughed openly, clenching one hand into a fist and giggling until he was sore. His fingers were tipped with metal spikes that crunched against one another as he held on to the arm of the throne for support. Peter laughed too, quietly and gleefully. A whole country? Were they really planning to obliterate an entire country? What a fantastic thought. "I'm such a bastard," Peter smiled, glancing briefly at the map before turning back to George. "You've got rice on you, by the way."

"Oh, where?"

"Here." Peter bent down and kissed the grain of rice from the corner of his queen's mouth. "And now you had better run along, dearest. I'll be meeting with the general soon to lay down plans for squashing this laughable little uprising."

George swept across the throneroom, passing from shadow into the light that was falling through the high, arched windows, and back into shadow again. Peter was left alone, pondering the sinister red patch on the map that could, in time, be the beginning of the end.