Since this is a TLIAD and the day is just about over, this will probably be my last post. I will probably post again, cause I have a sort of a rundown of Bulgaria post changes, but that's about it.
Thanks for the positive feedback everyone.
The sounds of the crowds were deafening, Walter, a young Deutsche Welle corespondent was sent here to cover the massive protests that had engulfed the Bulgarian capital. A year into the promised reforms, the true extent of the lies that were inflicted on the Bulgarian people were slowly becoming apparent. The nascent oligarchs, former Military brass or Communist Party members were doing their damnedest to contain the forces that had been unleashed upon the country. The anger and the hatred that was now boiling over had been built up over more then 6 years of failed expeditions, death and promises that were never fulfilled, and it was now a force of nature. Up to this point, there was nobody to serve as a unifying force for this public anger, the varied voices were competing and no real agreement could be reached on how to move forward.
Until today. The uniting figure finally appeared, in the midst of the largest protests to ever rock the country, the television networks spread the news that "Simeon Borisov Sakskoburggotski" will arrive in Sofia under the invitation of Prime Minister Georgi Parvanov. At first, the ruling parties considered that his majesty's arrival will focus the attention of the public elsewhere, but once they realized that the people were not only focusing on Simeon, they were hoping for him to be the political savior the country needed, the media started downplaying his arrival, either ignoring it, or in the few interviews where discussions of him were allowed, talking about him as "Citizen Sakskoburggotski", saying "We are a republic now and he is just another citizen". But that had the exact opposite effect, increasing his popularity to an extent where almost half a million people rallied along the path of the royal limousine.
Walter was on that path, he started with amazement at the giant crowds, and as the recording begun, his voice, barely heard over the thunderous voices of the crowd would record one of the most curious events in Bulgarian political history. As the limousine closed he announced
"And here he is, His Majesty, Simeon II of Bulgaria. I don't know if you can hear me over the voices of the crowd." as the car neared this section, the voices of the people thundered even louder. They were yelling, nay screaming "We want our Tsar!". Simeon, tall, bald and already looking tired from the flight, nevertheless stood tall and waved, touching hands, taking flowers and gifts form the people and railing the crowd even more. The people were hopeful, the Tsar had a knot inside his stomach, he wasn't afraid of the people, they were behind him. He was about a bigger threat.
***
A large group of giant Spaniards, the guards of His Majesty, all former Spanish soldiers and expert hired muscle, walked calmly into the room. They examined it thoroughly and opened the door for Simeon. Before his majesty sat a group of people, all from the leading parties of Bulgaria, they looked at him with open contempt, away from praying eyes. Of course, Simeon didn't let his discontent show, he kept his cool composure.
A short shake of hands later he was sitting in-front of these people. Parvanov started first
"Lets get to the point. We all know who we are. What do you want?" he started, his voice was harsh but calm, he was ready to offer a lot to Simeon to keep him away from politics.
"Nothing. I don't intent on entering the Bulgarian political system as it stands." Simeon said, his face not changing. The political leaders all turned towards each other, and then back to him, their faces changed slowly. Now far more jovial Parvanov continued
"I guess you only want your father's property, right? Tsar Boris' lands and his manor. I can arrange that." Simeon stared at him with bemusement, and stood up
"No. I don't need anything. Was that all?" even though he was still in the process of learning Bulgarian, his voice was smooth and he generally didn't let it show that he was having a hard time speaking the language.
"Uh.." Parvanov was confused but stood up either way ".. yes.. you are going to make an announcement of course, right?"
"Absolutely."
***
The microphones were all pointed at Simeon, his face was calm, he was surrounded by his Spanish bodyguards and he was certain in himself. He knew what needed to be done.
"Citizens! People!" he started, almost fumbling the word for people in Bulgarian. After his arrival, Bulgarian media had talked about him non-stop, of course heavily biased and dominated by the government, they had quickly changed tone again, after the "deal" with the political parties. So his flawed Bulgarian was seen as a quirk, a fun thing that endeared him even more to the people.
"I was in a meeting with your political leaders. All of them. Leaders of parties and people who claimed to represent you. They are all liars. They wished to bribe me with lands, they wished to bride me to stay out of politics and to renounce my claim on the throne." in the silence that followed, you could hear a pin drop. Parvanov, who was watching the speech from his office in the National Assembly jumped from his chair. "What is he doing!" he yelled to the nearest guard.
"I am here to fight for the freedom of my people, as you are still not free." The silence turned into a low hum "I am hereby declaring that I am affirming my claim on the throne of my father, and his father. The Tsardom will be restored." he said it calmly, he said it with a security in his voice and the crowd exploded.
***
Totomirov's phone rang, he could hear Konstantin on the other side, the young man was hysterical.
"Where are you?!" the Colonel yelled, Totomirov smiled to himself as he sat back in his chair. The old plastic phone was now practically a relic, one of those communist issued phones, with buttons, they were a large hit with the party apparatus. It also had a secure line with the parliment building.
"Can you not hear me?!"
"Oh I hear you alright." the General resounded in calm tone. His TV was on and he was watching the live footage of the crowds rushing into the National Assembly, the same building where Konstantin was currently in. "I am not moving." the General finished with a sense of satisfaction. "I didn't want any part of this, you and your morons in the DS dragged me into it. The military was never fit to lead. Its about time we clear house and young boy, you will be the first victim of it. You put me in charge of the Military and later the country, believing that I won't want to do anything, and you were right, I don't. Good luck containing the crowds you created. He has them now."
"How dare..." he heard but before Konstantin can finish, Totomirov spoke up
"I serve his Majesty. He will probably have me executed,like all the other traitors that command the military, but you know what? WE all deserve it. Good night boy." the General slammed the phone, then he disconnected it from the cable. He walked up to the cabinet and got a bottle of the finest Rakia available. He would spend the night warming his insides with the beautiful liquid, with his family sleeping in sound and safe in the same house. Outside, a short drive down the highway to the capital, a Monarchy was being restored.