It is 1953, King George VI is dead, the new Queen of the United Commonwealth, Queen Elizabeth II of the House of Windensor must fullfill her duties as monarch.
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"Aunt Ella on these occasions was so fairy-like an apparition that I would like to dip my pen in colour so as to be able to make her live again, if only for a moment, because eyes that have never beheld her will never be able to conceive what she was then."
-Marie of Romania
Situated at the heart of the Eastern Seas, the Dominion of Maharlika stands as one of the most vital members of the Imperial Commonwealth—a nation rich in natural resources, strategic harbours, and an industrious people whose resilience has long shaped the empire’s fortunes.
Once under Spaindom rule, the islands were ceded to the Imperial Commonwealth at the close of the nineteenth century and have since become a cornerstone of imperial trade and influence in Asia.
During the Second Great War, Maharlika endured occupation and devastation but emerged as a steadfast ally of the Imperial Commonwealth. Its people fought bravely beside Commonwealth forces, and its soil became a crucial battleground for the liberation of the East.
The war left deep scars—cities reduced to rubble, lives lost—but it also fostered a renewed sense of unity and national pride among Maharlikans.
Maharlika embodies a remarkable blend of Indigenous heritage, Castillan legacy, and Imperial governance.
Its capital, Intramuros City, gleams as a symbol of progress, where colonial architecture meets rising industries and universities that educate a new generation of Maharlikans loyal to both Crown and country.
Yet beneath this stability, there is a growing tide of Maharlikans—intellectuals, workers, and students alike—who call for full independence from the Imperial Commonwealth. They speak of self-determination and national dignity, questioning whether the era of empire has truly passed.
The House of Lapu-Lapu Rizal, restored under Commonwealth guidance, continues to serve as a unifying symbol of continuity. For the Imperial Commonwealth, Maharlika remains not merely a dominion but a crucial partner in a changing world.
The Royal Barge of HMY Britannia approaches the private jetty of the Lapu-Lapu Residence, as palm-lined shores welcome the visiting delegation at dusk.
Queen Elizabeth II, accompanied by Prince Philip, Queen Josephina of Maharlik, and Prime Minister Dyosdado, are formally received by a local Isabelan school girl and marking the beginning of a private audience at the Lapu-Lapu Residence.
The Lapu-Lapu Private Residence by night. An aerial view of the Isabel Islands estate, illuminated for the evening’s reception, with the surrounding waters of Maharlika glowing under a tropical night sky.
Their Majesties and Royal Highnesses, appear on the residence balcony to acknowledge assembled guests, blending courtly formality with island tradition.
The Royal party is seated before a traditional banquet, featuring a roasted pig and customary dishes, symbolizing hospitality and cultural exchange between Maharlika and the United Commonwealth.
Anti-Commonwealth protesters gather outside the private grounds, their placards visible beneath torchlight, underscoring the political tensions surrounding the Royal visit.
JOSEPHINA Good morning! Come along—we’re going out. I’d prefer we leave before the palace notices.
(Inside the guest chamber, ELIZABETH stirs, sits up, wrapped in a silk robe.)
ELIZABETH Josephina? It’s barely dawn.
JOSEPHINA (smiles) All the better. Come—I have a plan for us.
ELIZABETH (tense, scanning the street) Josephina… this is highly irregular. No security, no advance notice— What if someone recognizes us?
JOSEPHINA (gently amused) They won’t.
ELIZABETH You cannot know that.
JOSEPHINA I do. This is Kanto Sta. Maria. Most here were displaced during the Second Great War. They came with nothing—no papers, no radios, no portraits of queens on their walls.
ELIZABETH (still uneasy) In Londinium, one face is enough. One whisper spreads faster than fire.
JOSEPHINA That is because Londinium watches the Monarch. Here, people watch the price of rice.
ELIZABETH You’ve done this before.
JOSEPHINA Many times. Without sashes. Without motorcades. Sometimes they know me only as Ate (sister) Jo.
JOSEPHINA (CONT’D) Today, Elizabeth, you are neither icon nor institution. You are simply a woman walking through my country.
ELIZABETH Very well. Lead on.
JOSEPHINA Here—take these.
ELIZABETH (startled) All of them?
JOSEPHINA We’re distributing the food ourselves. If we arrive empty-handed, what lesson would that teach?
ELIZABETH I’m more accustomed to cutting ribbons than carrying rice.
ELIZABETH You know, in my country, the sovereign is often called the mother of the nation.
JOSEPHINA So am I.
ELIZABETH Yet my motherhood has always been… distant. Measured. I am taught that closeness risks favoritism, disorder.
JOSEPHINA And I was taught that distance risks forgetting.
ELIZABETH I care deeply for my people. But from a balcony. From speeches. From symbols.
JOSEPHINA Symbols are powerful. But here, people need to know their mother can walk beside them— and see them.
ELIZABETH Perhaps I have ruled like a portrait on the wall. Present—but untouchable.
[MAHARLIKAN]: salamat sa inyu.
[MAHARLIKAN]: madamo gid nga salamat sa inyo.
ELIZABETH I haven’t laughed like that in years. I keep expecting someone to curtsy at a mango cart.
JOSEPHINA They won’t. Here, no one bows unless they’re tired.
ELIZABETH You’ve built something resilient here. Not tidy. Not obedient. But alive.
JOSEPHINA Maharlika learned to survive before it learned to please. That tends to make people suspicious of crowns.
ELIZABETH And yet they followed you. Not because you asked—because you stayed. You carried boxes. You listened. (smiles) You didn’t perform compassion. You practiced it.
JOSEPHINA A mother doesn’t announce herself. She shows up with food and leaves room to complain. (glances toward the stalls) Did you enjoy yourself?
ELIZABETH I did. Immensely. (quietly) I understand you better now. And your country. It isn’t defiance—it’s memory.
JOSEPHINA Memory keeps us honest. (turns, playful) Tell me, Elizabeth…
JOSEPHINA CONT'D have you ever tried street food?
ELIZABETH (pauses, considering the confession) I once watched my husband eat something from a paper cone. Does that count?
JOSEPHINA (laughs) Hardly. Come. (points to a stall) If you can govern an empire, you can survive a skewer.
BODY GUARD Your Majesties—
JOSEPHINA (turns, delighted) Gentlemen! Excellent timing. (to Elizabeth, sotto voce) I told you. Mothers always get caught the moment they relax.
ELIZABETH (trying not to laugh) I believe this is the part where we look contrite.
JOSEPHINA Of course. (puts on an expression far too pleased) We are terribly sorry to have been found enjoying ourselves.
ELIZABETH (softly, warmly, as they’re ushered away) Josephina… thank you. For today.
Maharlikan Lantern Festival — Concert at Palasyo Bayanihan
[Crowds gather in great number before the palace forecourt, families and children among them, waving flags as the concert proceedings begin. The atmosphere is animated, with applause and cheers rising intermittently beneath the lantern-lit sky.]
[Members of the Royal Houses stand in unison as the national anthems are performed, first “Awit ng Lupang Maharlika” of the Dominion of Maharlika, followed by “God Save the Queen” of the United Commonwealth. The assembled crowd raises flags and hands as the music carries across the palace forecourt.]
[Celebrated Maharlikan-Ænglish soprano Isabella Santillan delivers a solo rendition of the anthems, accompanied by guitar, her voice carrying clearly over the lantern-lit square.]
[A wide view of the palace grounds shows the scale of the gathering, with lanterns strung across the avenue and the illuminated façades framing the assembled crowd. Spotlights sweep overhead as the audience responds to the music from the stage.]
[The Royal Party stands beneath the lanterns with Basilica Maharlika visible in the background, its illuminated dome rising above the crowd as the concert continues into the evening.]
The forecourt of Palasyo Bayanihan was transformed by a lantern-lit concert, the palace façade illuminated beneath orderly rows of red lights and sweeping beams. Present from the House of Lapu-Lapu Rizal were Her Majesty Queen Josephina, Her Majesty Queen-Dowager Esmeralda, and His Excellency Prime Minister Dyosdado, in his capacity as Prince Consort, while Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip attended on behalf of the House of Windensor, positioned before the stage throughout the performance. Several thousand spectators assembled across the square and adjoining streets, marking the first occasion on which a United Commonwealth monarch has attended the Lantern Festival, as music carried late into the spring night.
Black limousines glide beneath lantern-lit arches as the Royal Motorcade passes through the boulevard, headlights catching on flags and raised hands along the barriers. In the lead car, Queen Elizabeth II rides beside Prime Minister Dyosdado, while the rear vehicle carries Queen Josephina with Prince Philip, their silhouettes visible through the glass as they move slowly through the crowd. Cheers, chants, and pockets of protest mingle in the warm night air, creating a restless soundscape that follows the motorcade down the illuminated street.
The 22nd Royal Regiment advances beneath rows of glowing red lanterns, their scarlet uniforms and bearskins moving in precise rhythm along Boulevard Queen Esmeralda. Behind them, the 25th Maharlikan Infantry Bagpipers fill the night air with a steady, echoing drone that carries between the façades and festival lights. Spectators press along the barriers as lanterns sway overhead, casting warm reflections across polished boots, brass fittings, and the tiled archway framing the procession.
Temple of the Fallen Maharlikan — Royal Tour, 1965.
Queen Josephina and Queen Elizabeth II stand alongside Maharlikan Prime Minister Dyosdado as Prince Philip gestures toward the memorial grounds, a moment of shared remembrance during the Royal Visit amid rising tensions and the question of Maharlika’s future.
Newsreel Voiceover:
Under a brilliant tropical sky, the ancient walls of Intramures bear witness to a moment of pageantry and history. Crowds line the cobbled streets as the Royal Procession passes through the old city gates—a meeting of crown, capital, and country.
High above, aircraft of the Royal Maharlikan Air Force thunder in formation, a salute of steel and sound marking a new chapter in Maharlika’s national story. From bastion to boulevard, flags flutter and cheers rise, as tradition and modernity stand side by side.
At the ramparts, dignitaries and members of the Royal Household look skyward, cameras rolling, as the flypast crowns the ceremony.
It is a display not only of military precision, but of sovereignty—Maharlika seen, Maharlika heard.
In Intramures today, history does not rest quietly in stone. It marches, it flies, and it announces itself to the world.
ROYAL CORRESPONDENT (Imperial Newsreel): Your Majesty and His Royal Highness—this marks the first time a Windensor monarch has set foot on Maharlikan soil. How have you found Maharlika?
(A stillness settles over the chamber. Queen Elizabeth II offers a polite, measured smile but does not speak. Queen Josephina remains composed. Prince Philip inclines his head. No comment is given.)
PALACE OFFICIAL:
In accordance with constitutional convention, Their Majesties will not be offering remarks.
JOURNALIST (Maharlikan Daily):
Prime Minister Dyosdado—does the presence of the Crown signify a renewal of Maharlika’s place within the Imperial Commonwealth?
PRIME MINISTER DYOSDADO:
The visit is historic, certainly—but history is not renewed by ceremony alone. Maharlika welcomes all who come in good faith, while remaining clear-eyed about the responsibilities we hold to our own people.
MAHARLIKAN CORRESPONDENT: Are discussions underway to redefine Maharlika’s constitutional relationship with the Imperial Commonwealth?
DYOSDADO (measured): Maharlika has never feared dialogue. What we seek now is clarity—about authority, about respect, and about who ultimately decides the course of this nation.
JOURNALIST (Londinium Herald): Does that include the possibility of political separation?
DYOSDADO: Maharlika’s future will not be reduced to a single word. Independence is not a slogan—it is a responsibility. Any decision must be weighed with care, not haste.
JOURNALIST (Student Press): If negotiations falter, will the Crown intervene?
(Prince Philip shifts slightly. Queen Elizabeth II remains still.)
PALACE OFFICIAL: The constitutional role of the Crown is well established.
DYOSDADO (quietly): Maharlika’s strength lies in its institutions. We do not govern in anticipation of intervention.
JOURNALIST (Regional Network): Is Maharlika committed to maintaining defense and economic agreements with the Imperial Commonwealth?
DYOSDADO: Partnerships endure only when they evolve. Maharlika seeks cooperation—never dependency.
Borne on the breeze of oceanic friendship, Her Majesty’s Royal Yacht arrives at the jewel of the South Pacifica — Maharlika — flanked by loyal Commonwealth vessels. The warm tide of welcome swells as the Queen returns to these sun-kissed shores.
In the capital, anticipation blossoms into celebration. Streets are adorned with bunting, and Maharlikans, young and old, line the avenues in eager admiration — a people proud of their traditions, and steadfast in their ties.
The Royal procession winds through a city alive with colour and cheer. A modern, vibrant Maharlika stands proudly alongside timeless ceremony — the surest sign of harmony within a flourishing Commonwealth.
Her Majesty returns their salutes with a gracious wave. For many, it is the first glimpse of the Sovereign — and for all, a cherished memory in the making.
Inside the Royal Pavilion, dignitaries of the realm extend their welcome. A meeting of hearts and heritage, where protocol blends with personal warmth. The bonds of friendship, it seems, need no translation.
In her address, Her Majesty speaks not only as Queen, but as a guest among equals — expressing her admiration for Maharlika’s cultural richness, its industrious spirit, and its vital place within the Commonwealth family.
In honour of the Royal visit, Maharlikan dancers present their storied rituals — a living tribute to heritage preserved. In their steps: grace. In their rhythm: pride. In their presence: unity.
A golden confetti falls on the parade as citizens cheer the passing Royal cavalcade. Guardsmen from both island and isles ride side by side — one pageantry, one purpose.
At the monument to liberty and service, the Queen lays a wreath with solemn care. Here, amidst marble and memory, a shared past is honoured — and a shared future reaffirmed.
For Crown and Country — and for all who call the Commonwealth home — this is the spirit that binds.
Thousands of Maharlikan sovereigntists took to the streets, staging a coordinated protest against the Imperial Commonwealth and the forthcoming Royal Visit, which demonstrators denounced as a symbol of continued imperial interference. Waving red banners and chanting calls for self-rule, protesters marched through the city centre, drawing support from students, labour groups, and community elders alike.
Organisers said the demonstration reflected growing public frustration with the Crown’s political role in Maharlika, particularly in the wake of the recent parliamentary crisis. While authorities maintained a visible security presence, the protest remained largely peaceful, with speakers using megaphones to urge unity and national dignity.
The march highlights the increasingly volatile atmosphere confronting the Royal Visit, as questions of sovereignty and legitimacy move from parliament into the streets.
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