King Ananda Mahidol better known as Rama VIII sat on a veranda within the Grand Palace. The open air wafted through the silk canopy, which provided shade to his table.
In the distance, the dark storm clouds of a monsoon gathered. But they were not an immediate threat. Rather, the cold breeze provided an otherwise enjoyable experience in a season of heat and humidity.
Emperor Yasuhito sat across from Rama, as the two enjoyed a nice, warm cup of tea brought forth to them by some palace servants.
The Japanese Emperor's eyes did not drift to the temptation waiting before him. Instead, he thanked them quietly before bringing his attention to the immediate matter at hand.
"It is a curious thing… For the first time in history, an empire has risen to the status of undisputed hegemon of the world. And yet, despite wearing the crown they bear no responsibility for the world around them…."
