Actaea

By the standards of Rex Ventorum, this was a very unusual and extremely beautiful place, of which there were not many left in this country; healthy trees were scattered all around, flowers reaching for the sun in the blue sky with clouds floating across it, and green, vibrant grass. In the center of the deserted field stood a young man dressed in beige trousers and a white t-shirt, a simple baseball cap protecting his head from the bright sun. His golden curls swayed gently in the light breeze. These hair reminded her of her own, only his were even more beautiful; Letizia approached the young consul just as he put down his club and sent a golf ball flying into the distance. There were rumors about this man, that he never had any fun or rest, devoting all his free time to work. During their first meeting on this field, he dispelled this myth and said that it was not so, "a person needs rest."
Approaching closer, Letizia performed a military salute. From past experiences, she had learned that in such places, observing formalities did not matter to this man, and yet she always observed them. Perhaps it was force of habit, or maybe she just wanted to.
— Did you have a good time? — His voice was calm and pleasant, his crystal-clear eyes looked with a sense of kindness, but at the same time, they inspired some incomprehensible horror. Letizia showed him two photos; in one, the former head of the administrative department of Rex Ventorum was captured, and in the other, the ex-head of the security service; both were lying on the ground with a bullet wound to the head. — I have another ticket for you. — Finally, he told her that their next meeting would not take place here, since this golf course would soon cease to exist.

"Do we really have to listen to these nutcases?" asks real estate developer, Jonathon Cogswell. "The fact of the matter is that nature is BORING. Give us permission to build on the greenbelt and you'll have pink hotels, boutiques, and swinging hot spots that'll be the envy of the region and draw tourists from all around! We can always transplant a few trees and put them in a tree museum to keep the tree-huggers happy. Rex Ventorum stands to make a lot of money from this! Think about it for a moment!"