The Emperor had arrived ahead of a summer storm rolling in from the Krimeon, and the usually clear skies of the sun-baked capital were thick with darkened clouds. Upon Peter's entourage entering the palace, the rain had begun to lash down. The nature of the Emperor's hastily planned visit had meant no red carpet was being rolled out, and no press presence was on the scene. Roads around the palace had been cleared and closed, with the evening traffic swept aside. Save for the pelting rain against the tall windows of the Presidential Palace, an unusual silence prevailed.
President Ashkan waited at the foot of the stairs to greet Peter, wearing a dark suit and his Presidential sash, at the end of the grand foyer's dual colonnades. He was a brawny, wide man of average height. His powerful build was from growing up a fisher boy, then enduring years of back-breaking labour in a cement manufacturing plant. After completing national service with the infantry, Ashkan had worked his way into politics through trade unionism. As Peter Azurewind strode across the marble floor towards him, Ashkan casually wondered if his guest was as conscious of the differences between them as he was.
"Your Imperial Highness, I am pleased to be able to offer you my hospitality. If you would please walk with me."
Walking through the ever ornate halls of the palace, the two parties were convened in the Shahbazi Room, named for the prominent political dissident who had overseen the post-revolutionary trial of King Umar within his own palace. Also present was the rarely seen Secretary to the President, Ardeshir Maz Sadr; his right hand man, who exchanged the appropriate pleasantries as coffee and dates were served. Sadr waited for the President to sit before he did too.
Ashkan was the first to speak. "Now then, your Highness, might I say that I appreciate your efforts to hear us out regarding this matter surrounding Ms Barron. I don't doubt that you have come here with something in mind."