For both RGFaberson and LovesCanada365
I present to you Shiloh's idea and the presentation.
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It had taken Shiloh some time to think up her idea, but she wanted to make sure it was worthy of the fifteen minutes she was given to present it. She had picked something that hit a bit close to home, in her case. Though, she had honestly mulled over ideas for almost a week now, trying to brainstorm something that would stand out. Something that might make people take her far more seriously, considering she was a seven.
She supposed that everyone assumed she knew nothing about politics but that simply wasn't true. She didn't dabble in it because it had never been her place. That didn't mean she didn't know a thing or two, and she had learned quite a bit in her stay at the palace. With that in mind, she planned to blow them all away. Hopefully. Granted that they all liked her idea.
She exhaled softly, closing her eyes and just trying to calm her nerves. She was about to go on, to present to a crowd of people who, hopefully, found her idea to be one of merit.
Finally, the time came and Shiloh felt both ready and still hopelessly nervous. A lot depended on this. She just hoped her idea wasn't too forward. Shiloh stepped out in front of everyone, a smile on her face, not exactly able to hide from the spotlight but she wasn't exactly scared of it. Just scared of what other people would say about her. She was dressed nicely, having wanted to make a statement and appear about as qualified as possible.
(Shiloh wearing her outfit as depicted below)

She had asked the advice of her maids, in helping her decide on her outfit. 'What would look most appropriate?' She had asked. Eventually they came across what she was wearing now, the blouse a personal pick of Shiloh's. She ought to have something that made her feel confident right now. That and she had taken the bold move to cut her hair. Time for a bit of a change, she supposed. However, she was still entirely herself.
       "You have fifteen minutes, Miss Reeves," one of the reporters told her as she took her place on the report. Prepared to present what she had spent so much time thinking over and planning.
       "Of course, thank you," Shiloh replied and nodded towards the reporter before turning to face the camera, the crowd.
       She held a small paper that had some notes written down among some facts to help and back up the reasoning for her suggested policy. It was now or never. "Hello, Illéa. If you don't already know who I am, my name is Shiloh Reeves. As I'm sure you're all aware, I was a seven. However, I feel that a number like that shouldn't have to define me, and I hope that you all will listen to what I have to say, regardless of where I come from. We are all people, aren't we?" She began, a short introduction and she tried to make sure that nobody would take her the wrong way simply because of who she was. Her ideas were just as valid.
       "Now I took quite a bit of time to think over what policy I felt should be implemented. The possibilities were endless, but after some time, I came across something I thought might help the economy of Illéa. I believe that we might be finding ourselves too reliant on foreign powers. The economy isn't exactly busted, but I believe it could be better, for everyone, regardless of caste. To start, I think it's fair to say that we have the resources necessary to become our own manufacturers. I'm not saying to drop foreign trade and relations, but maybe limit trade and give the Illéan people a chance to contribute. To give more jobs to our people, better wages, more incentive to produce and provide for our country. The farmer in the field would produce his wares and instead of foreign grown food overusing the market, his produce could become the center point, something that Illéans depend on instead. What about the furniture manufacturer? He can fully produce his goods for the well being of his people. The jeweler? She can too. The baker? So can she.
       "Why should we rely so heavily on foreign imports when our country and the people within it are beyond capable of taking care of ourselves? If we focus our attention on domestic issues—domestic production, rather—I have firm belief that the economy would boom for everyone. So much more could be done and so many more families could support themselves. With domestic production, more money is traded within our borders, amongst people from all provinces, of all castes. Why throw our money to foreign countries for goods and services that Illéa is capable of creating itself?
       "I firmly believe that if we focused on reshaping our trading agreements, importing less and exporting more, we'll find our country in a better place. In fact, I managed to make a few hypothetical calculations, if such a policy were to go through. The entire real Gross Domestic Product—GDP—would increase by nearly half of what it was before. For those that don't understand what I'm trying to say, I'm basically saying how the value of our country and its goods will increase, by almost half of what it previously was. Prices influence GDP and if we can work on those, I think it might be safe to say that people will thrive.
       "And who doesn't want more money? From personal experience, I know we could have used it. I'm a firm believer that working together like this, funding domestic production, is in our best interest. A policy change like the one I'm suggesting might be a bit ambitious, but I genuinely believe that it'll help everyone. That's my goal, to give everyone the same opportunities, to restore a sort of glory that I think this country has lost. Plus, a better economy for everyone might just make the quality of life a little better, and I know what that's like too.
       "So, while I'm asking a lot, I don't think it's impossible. It'll take more than just a policy to fully change it. You, the people, should be taking action too. Taking action to make the economy better. Producing for your fellow citizens, purchasing the goods and services provided domestically. And let me clarify that by no means am I suggesting we exclude foreign imports entirely. In all honesty, there will always be things our foreign allies have that we need and can't make ourselves, but what I am saying is to limit the foreign goods that we are capable of making ourselves.
      "So while it may not be a perfect policy, or an easy one, I believe it's a necessary one. For those who can't understand the necessity of this, you might just be part of the problem. At least your complacency is. I don't mean that to be rude, but I think some change is in order. Helping our economy is necessary, and so is helping our people. This is a way that I believe can do both."
       She took a breath, smiling softly and just hoping what she was saying got through to them, got through to everyone. She wanted to make things better. That and she figured that perhaps the people might be happier if things were better for them. Less violence. Less rebellion. Less struggle and strife. She truly meant to help them, all of them.
       Her brown eyes flickered down at the small piece of paper in hand to make sure she hadn't missed anything. She was glad to see she hadn't. With the satisfaction of saying everything she meant to, she turned back to the camera, that soft smile still gracing her lips. "So, that is my suggestion. I truly hope that someone might consider what I'm saying. That is all. Thank you for your time, Illéa. I can only hope things get better for all of us," she concluded, giving a little wave before she exited her spot on the stage.
       She had said everything she needed to, and she chewed her bottom lip nervously once she was no longer on the stage. Did it sound okay? What would everyone think? Did she look okay? What would the royals think? Was it too ambitious to suggest something like she did? But she felt passionate about the issue and she planned to stand by her idea. No matter what anyone said.
       And, with that, Shiloh was finished. Now all she had to do was wait...