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Damen sighed, pressing the back of his head into the headrest of the white, leather sofa in his sitting room. His wife had went to bed over an hour ago and left him to the silent, flickering atmosphere of a muted television, his thoughts, and the companionship of his father's liquor cabinet. He was enjoying that companionship a little too much, perhaps. There was a variety of bottles scattered on the coffee table in front of the sofa, all hard liquors and most half-empty.
He was frustrated, needless to say. With everything. The last decade had been stressful, with successive major political crises from the moment he took the throne. He'd inherited nothing but problems and fine liquor. Hazily, he managed to lean forward and serve himself another rocky drink.
Well, at least the Empire was in good hands. As misguided as some were, everyone wanted what they felt would best serve it. But who was right?
Sandlund was a relic of the past; a Moderate, he brought no new ideas. He was certainly a capable man who managed to keep the Empire afloat. But Alburnstad had a point: enduring would not bring prosperity. It only prolonged the Empire's steady decline. Sulkholm brought new ideas, but he was a vile, toxic thing that only accelerated the Empire's decline. He forced the Crown to intervene to avoid a direct confrontation between Imperial governments, and still the Crown had to risk Imperial disintegration.
The Emperor took another drink.
What was the new guy advocating? Did he want to dismantle the Crown or simply weaken it? Were either an option? Lariss didn't think so. What did he think? What would his father have done?
As Damen reached for the whisky again, he lost his balance and almost stumbled into the table. He sacrificed the bottle for himself, murmuring a curse as it clanked against the glass table. With an exasperated sigh, he fell back into the sofa and closed his eyes. That was enough for the night.
The last thing he saw was a bust of Feryn the Glorious, barely visible under the light that trickled through the curtains behind it.
His Imperial and Royal Apostolic Majesty, Damen II, did not wake up. Officially, he died of a heart attack. That wasn't far from the truth: the alcohol poisoning he'd inadvertently drank himself into did stop his heart. His death was announced hours after his body was found, and from that moment his son, Feryn Wilhelm, was Holy Lanlanian Emperor. His sudden death stunned the nation and the previously upbeat atmosphere immediately turned somber. The damage was reversed almost immediately by the announcement of Feryn's accession.
The Empire saw hope in the accession of a young, new Emperor to lead a revitalized Empire.
He was frustrated, needless to say. With everything. The last decade had been stressful, with successive major political crises from the moment he took the throne. He'd inherited nothing but problems and fine liquor. Hazily, he managed to lean forward and serve himself another rocky drink.
Well, at least the Empire was in good hands. As misguided as some were, everyone wanted what they felt would best serve it. But who was right?
Sandlund was a relic of the past; a Moderate, he brought no new ideas. He was certainly a capable man who managed to keep the Empire afloat. But Alburnstad had a point: enduring would not bring prosperity. It only prolonged the Empire's steady decline. Sulkholm brought new ideas, but he was a vile, toxic thing that only accelerated the Empire's decline. He forced the Crown to intervene to avoid a direct confrontation between Imperial governments, and still the Crown had to risk Imperial disintegration.
The Emperor took another drink.
What was the new guy advocating? Did he want to dismantle the Crown or simply weaken it? Were either an option? Lariss didn't think so. What did he think? What would his father have done?
As Damen reached for the whisky again, he lost his balance and almost stumbled into the table. He sacrificed the bottle for himself, murmuring a curse as it clanked against the glass table. With an exasperated sigh, he fell back into the sofa and closed his eyes. That was enough for the night.
The last thing he saw was a bust of Feryn the Glorious, barely visible under the light that trickled through the curtains behind it.
His Imperial and Royal Apostolic Majesty, Damen II, did not wake up. Officially, he died of a heart attack. That wasn't far from the truth: the alcohol poisoning he'd inadvertently drank himself into did stop his heart. His death was announced hours after his body was found, and from that moment his son, Feryn Wilhelm, was Holy Lanlanian Emperor. His sudden death stunned the nation and the previously upbeat atmosphere immediately turned somber. The damage was reversed almost immediately by the announcement of Feryn's accession.
The Empire saw hope in the accession of a young, new Emperor to lead a revitalized Empire.
Role Play States | ||
 | Holy Lanlanian Empire Holy Emperor: Feryn I Prime Minister: Klaus Lofgren | The Holy Lanlanian Empire is a multi-ethnic state based in western Brigidna with territories all across the globe. It is a relic of an older age, an absolute monarchy hidden under a functioning democracy. The empire has historically been the world's leading power, though has long been in decline and was recently overtaken by the Republic of Nyland. Nonetheless, the empire is not an opponent to take lightly. |
 | Ishnalli Empire Empress: Lanryu-il Chancellor: IDEK | The greatest country in the world. It's YUUUUGGGEEEE. |
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