A thought of the crown

The court was in chaos for the fourth day in a row, with no apparent end in sight. Baron Berthelot had been called away to assist with the campaign in the east at the front. It would seem that the Federation was having difficulty with the now enraged Caliphate of Zybtine; he had taken a marshall group of his hand-picked fighters as a task force. He had left Michelle in charge of the court temporarily and granted him powers of Regent to handle the political matters that he would be leaving behind. This had not gone over well with the court and the merchants of the city. They distrusted the Chancellor as he had been more stringent with allowing the city watch to crack down on a few key issues. Like the rampant issues of the blights in the orchards and the dwarven vanguard that had set up camp just outside the city.
Today the merchants guild was busy grilling the chancellor about the city tax incentives for aiding the military efforts. He was handling it poorly and was engaged in what could be described as a cordial shouting match. To his credit the Chancellor had not swung on the merchants lobbyist, though his bloodshot eyes and his beet red face were betraying his thoughts on the matter. The rest of the court was quickly dissolving into a ragtag group of alliances to protect their interests in the city.
Many other issues aside, this turned out to be an eventful day nonetheless. The goblin delegation had been quiet this entire time during the Baron’s absence. Many had assumed that they would be worried about their status as a satellite territory to Glaion, some had questioned it, and asked it to be brought before the Chancellor to be discussed. This was likely due to the fact they were receiving a substantial amount of aid from the city to prop up their growing economy. Disputed by the merchants guild predominantly as they saw the Clan as a threat to their ventures.
Ilgor the High Priestess of the Clan had rebuked all attempts with a finality that left most speechless. She had cited many times that the city itself was not propping up anything of note, and almost all the funding they were receiving was from the Forgemaster and the Baron himself and had no bearing on the taxes of the city. She also cited they had prior arrangements with the Baron about what their obligations to the city were, and the Chancellor had no power to over turn Lucas' decrees on the matter.
She went so far as to say that the Chancellor, despite being the temporary Regent, did not hold the authority to overturn existing laws and treaties. Needless to say, She and her second in command Ghet were well versed these days in how the court worked and turned out to be proficient statesmen. After only two days of this issue being flounced with each attempt, the Guild stopped trying. Instead they were trying to maneuver the Chancellor into a position to assist them first and foremost.
Now this being said, many had recognized this power move by the Guild and were trying to form these alliances to protect themselves from the Merchants Guild. However, a certain event had derailed everything.
Ilgor had sighed heavily, loud enough for the court to hear. She spoke as she opened a comms portal with a flourish of her small hand "Lucas" She said with exaggeration. She rose from her seat on the side of the court and began walking to the aisle that led to the chamber at the center of the court. "I am seeking permission to allow myself to overturn your decision about Michelle." The magic imbued into the goblins' voice carried through the court.
"Ilgor, this isn't really a good time right now" There was the sound of clashing steel through the portal, as the Baron barked orders to someone.
"Your crown is in Jeopardy due to some rather foreseeable players" The Merchant Guild lobbyist paled at her words. There was a pause as the sound of battle through the portal died down. "I would like to assist with the governing of your city in your absence, your excellency. I would like to invoke the rights of my people outlined in the terms of the treaty."
A deafening silence filled the chamber as she walked toward the Chancellor. "Are you referring to the Clause of the nation? Am I to understand correctly that you want to oversee the protection of your town?" The Baron said between huffs of breath. The court was confused, the treaty between Glaion and the Goblin Clan was not well known information beyond that it was a trade agreement and a cessation of hostilities.
"Yes, Lucas. I see a threat to the treaty and would like to oversee the protection of our assets against your absence." She had pushed past Michelle and sat on the throne.
Another long pause, as she settled herself into the throne. She was comically small in the high backed seat. The wide eyed stares at her, the open mouthed gawking at her. The fear in the Chancellors eyes "Very well, I will allow you take Regency to Honor our treaty, with the stipulation that all court records may be overturned at my behest. I will also require that you rescind the throne on my return and a daily briefing of your activities per our agreement."
She crossed her legs and stared down at the Merchant Guild lobbyist "Very well, your additional terms are acceptable, your excellency" A small fire erupted on the back of her hand and burned a visage of the Griffon, magic, a word once given.
Silence, as Ghet had walked up and stood at her side.