Summer solstice
brought with it the loudest royal celebration of all time. Princess Rae would
have essentially aged by a minuscule amount and what a birthday it was. The
servants of the Gemi Royal Family had set up an elaborate affair of food,
boating competitions, drinking games, and folk songs, with amplifiers bursting
many eardrums. She would be spoiled rotten with all that and the gifts from the
other empires.
The press had nothing to say but
positive things that were said every year, only adding a sentence if something
notable happened. Nothing usually did. Same thing with the speakers at the
Royal Banquet, the same ones booked every year.
And this has been occurring for
almost 5 years. The royal planning committee never got together after the first
meeting with anything regarding the Princess. That was until a few months after
this year’s celebrations.
They had found their inboxes flooded
with complaints from the royal family. They also were tired of the repetition,
all except for the Princess who did not write a complaint. So the committee
appointed a subcommittee who specialize in event planning. They in return, also
appointed advisors who were to seek out alternatives to the country music and motor-boat
racing.
The efforts of both committees
amounted to very little. A comedian was added to the speaker line-up and a DJ
was hired for a late night dance section. The year that they played, the
Princess was not even in the empire’s borders. Not even the Royal Family
itself.
Instead, the following day, a news
report was broadcast and the Gemis got to learn all about some tropical resort,
at least for thirty minutes.
For Flash Fiction Project: Prompt 30. Happy Summer Solstice!
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