75.1. Unprecedented - Part 1

The atmosphere is as tense as it gets when I'm heading to the Royal Office the next morning. Everybody knows that I'm about to take a super important video call that can either start a war or avoid it entirely. Nobody wants war, not even the most battle-hungry Draconians, because that's not our idea of conquest. In the game, it was always about discovering new lands and competing, not brainless killing and destruction.

Although I feel Celestial wrath coming from all my subjects, I'm not worried. Celestial wrath could potentially hinder peace talks, but what everybody wants right now is the truth. We all feel deep in our bones that we should be fighting monsters, not humans.

I meet with Liana at the elevator and Soren is with her. I'm glad because I wanted him to be present and it seems Liana thought the same thing—he can speak for American Draconians and present his point of view. Strangely though, I don't feel any wrath coming from him. Instead, he's feeling deeply saddened and despaired.

I usually don't react to the emotions of other people, but something in Soren makes me halt. He looks at me with eyes that are begging me to reconsider, even though he wouldn't dare to oppose me.

"Wait," I stop my entourage. "I want to speak with Soren."

"What? Now? Why?" Liana frowns. "The meeting starts in twenty minutes."

"Then we have twenty minutes, so find us an empty room," I order with a voice not allowing any disobedience. I admit that it feels good to be the Emperor in times like these.

Soren is looking at me both frightened and grateful that I'm willing to hear him out. Liana realises that it's not a whim and in just a minute, we're sitting in one of the smaller lounges. I take only Soren, my partners, Liana and a few guards inside.

"Soren, speak freely," I encourage him softly because I can feel his anxiety and desperation.

"Will you go to war, Your Majesty?" Soren lowers his head and his wings are shaking. "I will follow your orders, of course, but the States is my homeland and there are good people despite what you experienced during your brief visit."

I still have the New York conference in my vivid memory—the way American politicians looked down on us, their hate and disgust and especially the way those protesters in the street felt like.

"Tell that Yrienne and Kaileen," I sigh.

"I know those girls and I'm well aware of what they've been through," he says. "I took them under my wings when they ran away from home. Still, not all American Draconians have the same negative experience with their families, just as not all European Draconians have positive experience with theirs. And definitely not all Americans voted Delgado."

"What about your experience then?" I ask him openly.

"I came to serve you, Your Majesty," Soren swears. "My family was supportive during my transformation and I left only to be with you. I profoundly apologise for being so daring, but how familiar are you with the political climate in the US, apart from your one unpleasant experience, my Emperor?"

"Only the stuff from the news," I admit reluctantly. "What are you trying to say?"

I look at Gotrid and clutch his hand. He's also American and his experience with growing up and transformation are overly negative. But I'm willing to offer Soren my ear. Admittedly, my perspective might be biased because of what my beloved partner has been through.

"Before Delgado became a politician, he was a corporate man," Soren explains. "Yrienne and Kaileen probably told you that money is everything in the US and that much is true. Neither of us was even born at that time, but, in 2054, there was a huge economic crisis."

"I obviously learned about that at school," I assure him impatiently.

"It didn't affect Europe and Asia much, but it threw America into chaos," Soren summarises for all of us just in case. "Democratic principles were trampled over by merciless mega corporations who promised the poorest masses to take care of them in exchange for their digital privacy and loyalty. The poor uneducated class took it because there wasn't much that they could do except starve and started to support corporations."

"But corporations didn't solve the problem of poverty, right?" I frown. "Yrienne and Kaileen were born in slums decades after that."

"In slums but with electricity and VR appliances?" Soren points out. "Corporations are leasing VR headsets to those who otherwise wouldn't be able to afford them. Fortunately, Yrienne and Kaileen escaped into hardcore role-play gaming, which probably saved them from corporate influence, but most people use the internet to watch TV shows, porn, endless commercials in between and cleverly included corporate propaganda."

"That still doesn't explain the hate for Draconians," I don't understand.

"If you're hinting at those protesters in the streets during the conference, did you take a good look at them?" Soren implores me. "I bet most of them were manipulated or downright paid to do it. Corporations wanted to show in the media that most Americans are against Draconians and thus sway the rest who were still hesitant. American corporations fear us because we threaten their position and established order."

I expect Liana to interrupt us, we have hardly ten minutes left, but she's listening attentively. It seems Soren's point of view is new even to her as well. Erik is really grateful for the explanation, he was never a study type, while Gotrid is feeling conflicted. I send him my love to calm him down.

"As for hatred, it wasn't always the same," Soren continues. "America of the first half of the twenty-first century had its own problems, but it was slowly trying to promote rights of sexual minorities, gender equality and finally deal with racism. However, the economic crisis had its tragic toll on that."

"How does the economy relate to human relationships?" I'm quite lost frankly, but then I recall what my new maids told me just a few hours ago: People can do the strangest things when they don't feel safe.

"Long story short, corporations needed a scapegoat—someone to blame for America's fall from glory," Soren concludes. "They couldn't afford to appear racist, so they decided to blame everything on sexual minorities, other genders and generally people who were somehow different or lived alternative lifestyles, claiming they ruined a traditional family model and thus indirectly caused the crisis."

"So corporations put Delgado on the pedestal to show off that they aren't racist and get additional support?" Liana is making sure she understood it right.

"Delgado was a third-generation immigrant, he was American enough for most," Soren nods. "He was a role model of a hard-working achiever with a foreign background but fully assimilated and straight, exactly what they needed."

"But if what you're telling us is publicly known, why did so many people still give him their vote?" I frown.

"Because he promised to bring bread to their tables," Soren sighs. "And he did, however much I don't like to admit it. I come from a middle-class educated background, so I was never really struggling with money, but if you're fighting for survival, you want to find someone to blame for your misfortune. Being able to love freely regardless of gender is a luxury, Your Majesty."

Now I get it. I took several history classes at university because I was interested, so I know what his point is. Homosexuality was considered acceptable only within nations with a certain level of prosperity, education and high cultures such as Ancient Rome and Greece. When times were rough, humanity feared it would threaten their survival. People in the past rarely got married out of love—it was a rational arrangement that was supposed to bring families prosperity and secure offspring.

"You have every right to be wrathful, Your Majesty," Soren declares. "But it's not true that most Americans want to see us dead. I'm staying in contact with some of my human friends and they are simply scared. The world turned upside down and the previous government wasn't exactly good at comforting American citizens that humans and Draconians can coexist."

I take a deep breath and think about everything Soren just told me. Some Americans might have chosen to be ignorant and just follow their corporate Big Brother, but I know that doesn't make them inherently bad people. It makes them desperate people and—if anything—me, Liana and Erik are guilty of being too Europe-centric and pampered by the generous European social system.

"Thank you, Soren, I'll certainly take it into consideration," I assure him. "I have to admit that my opinion is too one-sided and European, so I hope that I can rely on your guidance in these matters from now on."

"We're not at war with the States, Soren," Liana adds and looks at him almost admirably. "We're at war with those from the government who fired the missiles."

"I know," Soren bites his lip. "But there are innocent casualties in any war."

"I promise to give the new President a fair chance," I reassure him. "If she convinces me that her new Cabinet had nothing to do with the attacks and Delgado's accomplices will face justice, I'll gladly take it. Still, it will take more than an apology to persuade me. She'd better do her best."

"Your openness is all I ask for, my Emperor," Soren bows in the deepest respect.

"I appreciate you telling me this," I manage a faint smile. "Next time, don't be afraid to just speak up, okay? I value my subjects' opinions and it makes me sad when you feel hesitant to express yourself."

"Your Majesty, I hate to interrupt you, but you really have to go now," the Guard Captain Vermiel reminds us and his tone is urgent. "The whole world is waiting."