It had been a busy week for King
David, first he'd took advantage of a lull in proceedings of the various Councils back home to get to have a short break away in Lodja with his wife Queen Stasya. It had been a lovely few days until news had come from Troyes and he'd figured he'd keep a watching brief for now. There was though a chance to visit Fifeton on the way back as he left Stasya to spend some time in her homeland with her family for a few days. He shuffled a few briefing papers in his private cabin onboard as he finished getting himself up to speed and just as he flicked on to watch the rugby from back home there was a knock on the door. "Come in" the King yelled swivelling in his chair to see his Head of Royal Household, Quinn Germaine, entering. "Your Majesty we touch down in ten minutes or so, we've just entered their airspace."
"Thank you" David said placing the papers into his desk draw. He joined the rest of his entourage, a few security agents and translators, in the main cabin where the King saw his first glimpse of Fifeton out of the window. Soon the Air Force pilot at the stick of Ironside One placed them down smoothly and moments later and Air Force Steward was handing the King his jacket as he took his first steps in his Illumic neighbours nation. He found the welcoming committee and made his way over.
