For as long as I can remember my family has ruled it's people truthfully and elequently. Love is our chief export and the royal family dishes it out at will.
We have never had any complaints from the islanders. Then out of nowhere these missionaries come in armed with pheasant dinners. They persuade the islanders with their stories.
The royal family is losing control. Islanders are taking the love they auotmate in our factories and converting it into remorse and hording it out of the country. I must face one of these missionaries
