La Retour du Roi - the Return of the House of Bourbon

Morning November 25th 1935 - The Elysee Palace
Président Albert Le Brun lay slumped across the desk in his study overlooking the baroque courtyard of the Presidential palace, the tricolor outside hanging limply from the flag pole. Dressed in black tails, with his top hat flung loosely onto an armchair, cigar ash marked his sleeves. He was asleep, his face creasing the state papers below him.
There was a firm knock upon the door, and his eyes opened with a start. Swearing mildly he dragged himself up and glanced briefly around, giving the order to enter. What stood before him was not the expected servant with his early morning croissant, but Premier-Ministre Pierre Laval, closely followed by the Ministre pour L’Intérieur Joseph Paganon. Their faces were not encouraging, and as he motioned for them to sit, he noticed Monsieur Laval hesitate a moment.
“Something wrong, Pierre?” he murmured.
“Président, I don’t think it wise for me to dilly-dally too long. I have something of the utmost urgency to attend to.” He eyed the door.
“Oh? But surely you would not disappoint an old friend by not obliging his request?” Le Brun replied amicably.
Laval nodded, seating himself, hands bound together, beside the stoic Paganon. Le Brun continued, with a rather jaunty smile, “So, my friends, what is it that gets you two up before nine?”
A pause. This time Paganon started, “Monsieur Le Brun, there have been some developments.” The Minister fumbled with some documents in his hand, before bringing out this photograph. He passed it over the green baize of the desk.

Le Brun quirked an eyebrow, pensively peering at the photograph in detail, "And who exactly is this man?"
Paganon sharply breathed inwards, "Oh, it's so ridiculous, Président, it's simply not possible. But they, the people, are saying that he.. he is the King. Francorum Rex."
The Président rapped his fingers upon the desk, leaning heavily back. He seemed to dissapear from reality for a moment, his head tilted behind and his lips quivering with contemplation. The two men opposite anxiously maintained their delicate silence.
Before long, Le Brun sat back up straight. "And what does this exactly mean?"
Hesitantly Laval responded, "Perhaps Monsieur Paganon didn't explain everything - they say he is the King. And he's calling for your resignation."
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