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Devilmay said:
YAY ITS NOT DEAD :rofl::rofl::rofl:
I will update this as long as I am physically able and as long as you're willing to read
Chapter Three
Part two: The Council of Nobles
Abi was not an idiot - far from it - but he was ill educated in matters of rule. That is one of many reasons why his abilities were remembered as "Less then stellar", but, crashing into the world of politics head-first and doing it well is a thing few can boast to have accomplished. The shortcomings of being a regent in stead of being a full-fledged King were painfully obvious - the first of many being the "privilege" of having every single step you take being watched by a group of greedy vultures more then willing to overstay their welcome in "your" palace. However, there was more to him then the simpleton he displayed him as. He had plans - grand plans - for the young Kingdom. Using the foolish child as a golden puppet he even considered marrying of one of his own into the bloodline, perhaps one day taking the throne himself. Who knows? The future is full of opportunities.
But all was not well, and he fell out of the favor of the Nobility fairly quickly. The King's corpse hardly even had the time to cool before the first questions rose. No wonder, he thought. So he made a grand Council - first in the known history - to get them back to his side.
In a fresh built stone hall was a large semi-circular table and an elevated part which hosted a podium made out of the most expensive wood money could buy. Flags were present on the walls, huge flags that could cover a normal house beneath them and to the trained eye it was obvious that experts built the room so that every single whisper would be carried all across, to every single person. The building itself was pushing architectural and acoustic technology years ahead - a fruit of the most brilliant of innovative minds of the Kingdom.
By noon most of the nobles gathered, most barely keeping their mouths shut, but their eyes gave up their impressions easily. They were stunned that a Regent could gather such funds without even denting the Imperial treasury!
Simple psychology, Abi thought.
Abi rose to the podium, being quickly announced by a guard as "Our leader, the Imperial Regent Abanindranath."
"Assam people, members of nobility.
On twentieth of april, this year, our King Susenpha the First joined his ancestors. You, the Council, have kindly laid upon my shoulders the duty of Regency.
I swear to you, by my own blood, that I will fulfill that duty to the best of my abilities, for I have not taken it for glory or for wages, but for your sake alone!
Time has come that we decide what policies this Kingdom should take. The fate of our Kingdom is in your hands."
He bowed slightly and waved his hand at one of the Guards. The guard quickly pulled a lever and a map unrolled from the ceiling, leaning itself gently on the wall behind the Regent. It showed the Country and it's neighbors, some parts of their countries marked by spots and stripes.
"It is your task, dear Nobles, to determine our political stance toward neighboring Kingdoms."
A loud cheer erupted and the debate soon started.
Dear readAARs! You are the Nobles here! You decide what policy Assam should take to it's neighbors, souring relations with one nation, fixing them with others, and maybe, just maybe, decide who we go to war with when our next King ascends.
Kindly post your votes here and the results shall be made known to you in the next installment of this Assam AAR