Well I'm sure you're all dying to hear about the dashing and courageous deeds of that bold defender of South East Asian liberty, Bhutan. Unfortunately reality has to kick in at some time and we instead are left with a less than inspiring, but true tale.
I decided that given the circumstances described previously this kingship would be a difficult task. However if I wanted to achieve something I knew I really had to believe in my ability and stir my men to greatness. At the same time I also figured I might as well get blood from a stone, empty a lake with a sieve, hold back the tide with force of will and catch the monsoon in paper cup.
My opening move is to personally lead the army (which you will have noted has been renamed for inspiration). Not only to show my loyalty to the men but also to make up for the fact that there is no other person in this damned country actually capable of leading one thousand men in the same direction at the same time.
Prior to becoming king I considered diplomacy to be a great path to prosperity. Through peaceful negotiation a stable and happy world could be achieved. So with this in mind I eagerly dispatched my first diplomats as one of my first acts.
The response was left than I hoped for and has convinced that diplomacy is for chumps and other nations are really just pricks.
As you will have noted our military defences were somewhat lacking and diplomacy had failed to make up for this. However my last hope was that our almost complete lack of anything of value would leave us left in obscurity and safe from attack.
I was wrong. Plain and simple.
Soon the invaders were upon us and battle joined. Myself upon a magnificent stallion leading the organised ranks of Bhutan's finest to crush the opposition swiftly is how I would have liked the battle to go. Instead any of my attempts to lead the men were approximately as effective as herding cats. They simply went everywhere. However in the end through some miracle the Assamese were defeated. I don't know how or why. But it happened and I'll accept that.
Of course had the war ended then it would have all been fine. But it didn't. The Assamese came back in force, caught us catnapping and that was that. Only a few died in the battle but afterwards the rest just dissipated into thin air. Our army was no more. On the upside it meant no longer having to pay for their upkeep which had already forced me to take a loan. Although I do wonder why I was given a loan having no collateral to speak of what so ever.
So it was that I find myself the king of a nation with no army, no access to my capital and quite honestly no hope. Yet still it went downhill from there. Hard to believe. But seeing little old Bhutan struggling to survive was apparently quite the bait needed to bring in the waiting sharks.
So with nothing much left to do I settled down and wiled away the time. Soon the walls of Thimphu crumbled (frankly they lasted longer than I ever thought they would) and the Assamese found themselves in possession of my capital. No doubt they were most disappointed.
Then it was time for the peace deals to roll in. However I'm not sure that deals is really the right word since I had no say in the matter. Only two were needed in the end. One from Ahmadnagar which would be the most favourable I would receive.
Then one from Assam. Apparently they weren't so disappointed with Thimphu for they insisted that all of Bhutan be incorporated into their nation. All I have to say on the matter is that I think it's a pretty sweet result. For at last I'm relieved of the burden of being King of Bhutan and they're stuck with all the troubles it brings. Now it's time get back to being a shepherd and put all of this nasty business behind me.
Long live the Empire of Assam
The End.