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Washington D.C., America
Kesair Sephelios smoked a cigarette as he waited. The Americans sought to make a deal, and the Autocrat deemed him the best fit for their nation, though he knew not why. And so, with the usual fanfare befitting an envoy of the Autocrat, the Director of the Security Directorate now stood in the White House, waiting for his turn to speak with the president, whom was just wrapping up a meeting beforehand. Kesair looked quite unassuming relative to the average Ixilian diplomat the world knew, a man of modest stature, gaunt and tall, but not freakishly so, and his guards were not the usual hulking Blades, but two wiry men in jet black skin suits with strange masks. His clothing covered by an elegant but relatively austere pitch-black trench coat with epaulets with only slight gold and velvet trim, and his only distinguishing feature otherwise being a medallion around his neck of a double headed eagle of Ixilian style. It was an unremarkable uniform on the surface, but to the other houses of Ixilia, Kesair Sephelios was a force to be feared and his signature cloak invariably heralded the end of whatever petty noble house it visited. After some time passed, the president emerged. Billy Emerson walks towards the unassuming Ixilian diplomat.

The president's demeanor and tone is polite, to the extent it is practically dripping from him.

"Hello as I assume you're well aware, I am the acting president Billy Emerson"

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance your excellency. I am Prince Kesair Sephelios, humble servant of his divine majesty Paramount Autocrat Caros Ixilia. His Majesty has sent me to negotiate on his behalf, you are interested in acquiring Seattle as I understand, correct?"

"Your grace you are correct, we are extremely interested in claiming Seattle. Would it be safe to assume your interested in parting with it?"

"The Free City of Seattle is a prized jewel of the Autocracy, a people who voluntarily submitted to a more intimate and enlightened partnership between our nations. The City's most noble Magnates have entrusted us to secure their further peace and prosperity as part of the greater Ixilian co-prosperity Sphere. It would be a most egregious act if we were to just part with it. Additionally, the port, a once dilapidated and unimpressive thing, is now a core of Ixilian trade in the East Pacific, the Autocracy has made substantial investments into it."

The American president speaks in a polite, yet persuasive tone to the Ixilian princeling.

"It is true that The Free City of Seattle is quite the powerful trading port for your nation, as such I will be more than willing to compensate by providing the autocracy special trading privileges within America."

"Special trading rights? What do you mean by this? Will Ixilians be able to freely establish operations in America? I know men from the Ore Consortium and Petroleum Cartel that that have long lamented the inability to trade in American Raw goods, and likewise, I have contacts that are interested in exporting to America. The Head Overseer of Autocrat's Own has expressed a firm belief the American people would love them."

Sephelios finishes his cigarette and lights another.

"I'm offering for the Ixilians to have the ability to freely establish trade within our nations, This would of course include exporting and importing goods with our nation."

Emmerson speaks in a far more formal tone, his voice shifting subtly into a firmer tone. The Ixilian's tone remains unchanged, but Emerson swears his eyes look vaguely like those of a cat as he speaks.

"Hmmm, and how much of Seattle are we to cede? And what of treatment of Ixilian traders? You must understand we are a unique people, most of my countrymen are not as strongly constituted as those of royal blood like myself. It is standard Ixilian policy that all Ixilian subjects enjoy diplomatic immunity and guarantees of non-harassment abroad in order to provide both for their safety and prevent unnecessary conflict in the event our unique culture does ever cause conflict. Now of course as our track record shows, no Ixilian has ever been indicted in a legal controversy abroad and our sailors never take shore leave outside our respect installations, so I hope you will find such conditions amendable."

"While I cant guarantee my citizens will not harass your own, for this is a land of free speech, I can guarantee strict punishment to any government officials who discriminate against your people. As for Seattle I would like all of it, but you can keep the section of the port."

Kesair looks at Emerson, a mild quantity of doubt visible in his eyes.

"Mr. Emerson, I hope you will be able to enforce such decrees, but I believe the best measures are those which minimize conflict between our peoples, and what minimizes conflict is what minimizes contact."

"I see, it may be a struggle, but I believe that we can all coexist, for what is America, if not a free and loving nation. Things may not be easy from the start, but I know if we struggle on things will work out. I will make it so we wont discriminate against you, just give me Seattle."

Kesair notices Billy's tone shifts again and appears to be the man's genuine thoughts.

"Yes, we shall part with Seattle, but we need proper assurances. A few more consulates here and there might go a long way to helping both parties, as the best way of forging love and common sympathy is by giving new parties a regulated and safe place to work together."

"I see, I believe that is completely fair and appropriate. Of course we will require some basic information on both of them, background checks and such."

"The Autocracy can handle the staffing and securing of such sites, we won't have need of Native help"

"Alright that seems acceptable. We were also would like to readjust the Canadian borders if that will be alright."

“We would like the border between Canada and the US to follow the 49th parallel.”

"Ah yes, that would be a net gain for the Canadians, I'm sure they'll agree."

Kesair in a rapid manner takes a singular powerful drag of his cigarette, exhausting the smoke in one breath, and then deposits the butte of it in an ashtray.

"Well, if that is all that concerns me, I shall leave some of my legal subordinates to work out the finer details of the treaty with your staffers, there is much that requires my attention Mr. President. With that I bid you good day."

“Have a good day your grace”