An entry for Flash! Friday vol. 2-28. This week’s prompt was “arrogance”. (Apologies to any Latin professors if I screwed up the title. I never studied Latin.)
The Great Virgo War had been disastrous for the Empire. Now its end was near. The Draco space fleet circled Britannia Ultima, blockading the planet and cutting off all trade with the rest of the galaxy.
“Your Majesty, the Draco ambassador believes you to be quite addled.”
“It matters not, Prime Minister, what they think of me. I think them to be disgusting reptiles.”
“Nonetheless, the ambassador has sent an ultimatum. Surrender immediately, or the Draco fleet will reduce our planet to magma. We must surrender!”
“Worry not, Prime Minister. I am attending to our war strategy myself. Victory shall soon be ours.” With a dismissive wave of her hand, she sent the Prime Minister away to deliver her response to the Draco ultimatum.
“Incompetence,” she grumbled as he left. Victoria the MMMCMXCIX, by the Grace of God, of Britannia Ultima Queen, Empress of Centaurus, resumed plotting her brilliant counteroffensive.