King of the Belgians Page #2

before we arrive in Brussels.

No, Ludovic.

I will write this speech myself.

We must first analyze the political,

diplomatic and protocol aspects

with the head of the cabinet,

which is now unreachable.

And with the various

federal ministers.

I'm not sure which ones.

Sire, now we have to watch every

movement and gesture, every word.

Be cautious, sire.

Faster, faster!

When the king made his oath,

he promised...

to always protect the

integrity of the kingdom.

And that King is me.

Unity is strength.

Unity is strength.

This has to be included.

Carlos knew I was stealing images on the sly,

but he let me bypass protocol.

I liked Carlos.

Some have a vision.

Others have a dream.

- What does intuition tell you, sire?

- My intuition?

Perhaps this is the time

to show who you really are.

Show your feelings, your humor,

perhaps even your faults.

These defects have already been

largely mentioned by the press.

Nicolas the Silent?

Silence is dignified.

- Let them write what they want.

- Sire.

Sire.

- Louise, did you talk to the Queen?

- I can not talk to the Palace.

- And the Prime Minister?

- Still unreachable.

Does he want to be reached?

- We are ready.

- Carlos, what does he do here?

- Apparently he will not go anywhere.

- Why?

- The situation requires an emergency meeting.

- What the hell is going on?

All flights are grounded

due to a cosmic disturbance.

- Pardon me, a cosmic what?

- A solar storm to be precisely.

The satellites are malfunctioning,

some have even fallen from the sky.

Due to security purposes,

you must stay here.

- Here in Istanbul?

- No, in this hotel.

All foreign dignitaries

are being centralized here.

- How long must we wait?

- One day, one week, it's not clear.

Do you remember the Icelandic

volcano, Eyjajafufukukul?

- Eyjafjallajkull.

- Yes.

- I must get home to Belgium immediately.

- I understand, Your Majesty.

Everyone is being inconvenienced

by this situation.

I personally had my promotion

scheduled for this week.

If it is impossible to fly,

then we shall go by road.

- By road? Through the Balkans?

- Yes.

Crossing those territories

in such unstable times

is definitely not an option,

Your Majesty.

Why not?

Because it's the Balkans.

So?

- The Balkans, I mean.

- Yes, so?

Unstable.

Unstable.

It's Bulgaria, Serbia...

Romania, Albania, Macedonia...

- Excuse me.

- Your Majesty. Excuse me.

- We'll have a meeting. We're coming back.

- It's ok.

- You must understand...

- Sire.

Wait a minute, please.

We have to find a solution.

It is not possible,

Your Majesty.

Excuse me, I have to go.

Mr. Lloyd, not now.

I try to speak with Turkish

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