So you’re sitting at home on Saturday night, waiting for the new Doctor Who to come on BBC America*, when you hear a knock at the door. Though mildly annoyed at the prospect of missing a moment of Jenna-Louise Coleman goodness[sup]†[/sup], you answer the door to find a well-dressed gentleman and lady there. Apologizing for interrupting your evening, they ask for a moment of your time.
The well-dressed couple tell you they are officials from the south Pacific nation of Promethia, whose entire royal family was recently while vacationing due to an unexpected earthquake.[sup]‡[/sup] The nation’s in mourning, not merely because the Queen and her Prince Consort were so beloved but because, in Promethia, the monarch actually does stuff. Promethia–which has about the same area, population, and GDP as Switzerland–has a government not unlike that of the US, except that the position of chief of state/government is hereditary and for life. (The Promethians are well-satisfied with this, by the way; the matter’s been put to a referendum thrice in the last half century, and each time the vote was overwhelmingly in favor of keeping the status quo.) The monarch is given a wonderful palace, a kingly salary, and tons of benefits–but, again, has to actually RULE.
Anyway, here’s the point. The death of the Queen and her family has necessitated a search for an heir, and that has led the WDC to you. They believe you’re the bastard child of the previous monarch (obviously the Queen’s father). On the day you were born, in the hospital you were born, the cast-off mistress of the former King was also giving birth. They’ve contacted the mistress’s child, but DNA tests show she is related neither to the mistress nor the royal family; obviously there was an inexcusable mix-up in the nursery, which, they WDC believe, resulted in the mistress’s actuall child–you–being raised by another family. Of course, they’d like to do a DNA test to be sure. If their suspicions are correct, Promethia’s throne is yours for the taking. You then would be monarch until your death or abdication, and the ruling line would be you and your descendants.
At the point, the WDC pause to say they really, really hope you’re the heir. You see, they’ve already identified another possibility who would be next in line if you demur. This person is a known felon, con-man, and embezzler, but recently released from prison. If the throne goes to him, it’s all but certain that he’d loot Promethia’s coffers for his own benefit.
Let’s assume that everything the WDC has told you is true, and further that you submit to the DNA test and are shown to be the heir. Do you take the Promethian throne? Why or why not?
- What’s that, you say? Not all Dopers are Americans or Doctor Who fans, and the referenced assertion is chauvinistic? Probably. What’s your point?
[sup]†[/sup] The above should not be considered as favoring Clara over Amy. That’s crazy talk. Amy was perfect and her absence from the show breaks my heart and anyone who evinces a contrary opinion shall find his cookie ration reduced by 1/3.
[sup]‡[/sup] As opposed to an expected earthquake, I suppose. The point is they weren’t assassinated or anything, unless you consider Poseidon a murder suspect.