This is me. The Glorious Empress Ottilla III of the Empire of Man, Countess of Talabecland, and Defier of the Dark. As you can see that last title there is about to be put to the test.
I have no fear of this vile creature, I'll simply raise the regiments, hire some Morrites, and oh...
My fellow Elector Counts refuse to help, even Timotheus of Ostland whose family I've betrothed my daughter to.
No matter I shall find allies elsewhere, like the stout company of Dwarves I hired. Nevermind that their loyalty is bought with gold.
Apparently my conflict has also drawn other eyes. I'm beginning to doubt my chances here.
In the middle of my glorious war (which I am currently obviously winning) my neighbor tries and marries one of my commanders, my niece Zofie. I tell him to bugger off and go marry a peasant. Apparently he takes that as an offer to marry her to his son. (note that this is Karl Franz's ancestor)
This war which I am definitely winning is going just fine. If it wasn't I wouldn't be narrating it. So as you can see everything is totally fine. Just fine. Not fire. FIne.
I receive another envoy form those crazy Khornates up North . And wait. What do you mean she wants her son to marry Zofie!!! IS SHE PRETTIER THAN ME!!!!!!!!
I decide to marry her off to some no-name in a backwater county. Oh and apparently Timotheus changed his mind on that whole war thing.
Apparently I've got some sort of close tie through a marriage pact I made for my newborn daughter (who of course was concieved with my faithful husband even though he was in the Capital while I was with my army and any who says otherwise is a Chaos Cultist) with my hated rival for the Imperial Throne. I'm quite dubious about this but I'd rather have her soldiers die than my own so I accept.
Countess Felizitas didn't believe that my Husband could have conceived my child. Clearly she was a witch!!!!!!
My daughter has come of age. Seems she has some sort of dental condition but the dentist I sent for, a mysterious old man with a ravem, said everything was fine and who am I to doubt the words of the wise Doctor Notzeentch. Some sort of Strigany ancestry there with the name but we can't all be perfect.
Did I happen to mention that I stood to inherit Felizitas titles?
So turns out people think my daughter is ort of Chaos Mutant. Truly I am surrounded by idiots.
After years of what was clearly the coward Von Carstein running from my glorious armies and not a desperate guerilla campaign I have finally brought him to battle.
FOR TAAL AND RHYA! THE BEAST IS SLAIN! WE ARE SAVED!
ahem.
More of my vassals dies and leaves his land to me. Gotta say I have no idea why my parents were always whining about these guys. Having vassals is great!
At last final Victory is mine. Truly I am the worthiest for the Imperial crown! Praise Taal! and Tzeentch!
As I begin my retaliatory campaign against the fool in Sylvania It seems that I have become quite the household name among the Empire. Truly nothing could possibly go wrong now.
(for those wondering I won the war by assaulting the holdings that Vlad sieged to keep warscore down and let him slowly take attrition from sieges and assaulting as my own men and mercs replenished quite quickly in my own lands) The allies I got helped but I could have probably won the war without them, just come out weaker.)
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