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Quite decent times. To think of it, 25 ducats in modern money is literally nothing.
The game is quite odd sometimes. There ought to be no standard coinage.
Well, what can you use though? I use the word ducats since I don't want to have to resort to using the dollar sign or some such. You could use gold coins, but the wordings a bit too gamey for me. But you still need something that denotes a currency of sorts.(And I can't be bothered trawling through wikipedia to find the right word for the timeframe and kingdom :eek:), so the "venetian" sounding ducats does the job fine.
 
So much for an easy fight...

What would a new year be without expelling some merchant families from their homes? So began the process of kicking out merchants in Angus on January 20. This was obviously the right thing to do, for merely a month later, the farmers on the land had learnt of a new method of farming – the three field system.

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Thankfully, in March, relations with the Archbishop of Lothian improved significantly and I now only had to worry about the Archbishop of Canterbury...

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One way that seemed good in re-affirming loyalties was to go on hunting trips. As the month of April began I could count my nephew's son, Donald Loarn the Count of Mar as a trusted friend.
Finally on April 9, my army which had sailed for seven months had finally made landfall in Aland. I felt that we should at least rest here before beginning a war...
On April 22, I was finally blessed with another son. As a tribute to his mother's heritage, he would be named Tore.
In the first week of May, the men at the training grounds in Atholl began incorporating the use of mace for their battles. I also sent Grouch off to be trained in the monastery.
As June drew to a close, the tactic of positional combat became well-known in Strathclyde.

It was soon August 9 – exactly one year since my men set sail for Aland to wreak havoc on the pagans in Osel to the south of them. During that brief sojourn, I had discussed my plans at length with my courtiers. They were certain that my army would be better served heading north to Satakunta were there were pagans who had already been in a long war with the Swedes, who should prove easier to fight than the ones in Osel who had a long time of peace. Their sage words were enough to convince me of the benefit of striking at Satakunta, which also was a shorter sail away than Osel. I signed the decree declaring war on the High Chief of Satakunta, and my men currently in Aland set sail, costing forty five ducats.
Four days later, the high chief retaliated, declaring war on my friend, the Count of Mar.
Nine days after the declaration of war, Satakunta declared war on the Archbishop of Canterbury, with my other archbishopric, Lothian declaring war on them in retaliation.

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Two months of sailing, and we were still nowhere near Satakunta, however one of my pals provided me with some mercenaries to help fight the good fight. Unfortunately, it would cost a hundred ducats to ship them to Aland first, so I kept them in Moray. The amount of money needed for this war was becoming a problem, forcing me to sell the forestry in Angus at the end of the month.

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It was almost four months of sailing before we finally made landfall in Satakunta on November 24. Even though our men seemed well prepared, the pagans of Satakunta would not go quietly. After ten days of intense fighting, we didn't even make a dent and our army retreated to the county of Osterbotten, recently liberated by Denmark. This forced a bit of a rethink on how to take the pagans on. I definitely needed reinforcements...the mercenaries waiting in Moray set sail for Aland, and now the kingdom's treasury was 222 ducats in the red.

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On December 17, my spymaster requested a token of goodwill for services rendered. Since I still hadn't been assassinated, it seemed like a good idea.

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Alas, it was a terrible idea and cost me a ton of gold, and almost bankrupting the treasury leaving the kingdom nearly four hundred and twenty ducats in debt!

The day before Christmas day, my army arrived in Osterbotten, our morale so low that we decide to stay and lick our wounds before heading back into the fire that is Satakunta. It was then I decided that even more reinforcements would probably be needed for the war. I raised an army in Aland, shipping them out to Finland county, a Swedish vassal and neighbour of Satakunta for about ten ducats.
 
Amen, pal, amen
 
The taking of Satakunta
As the new year of 1138 began, the kingdom's treasury was now in debt to the tune of half a thousand ducats. Amazingly, my spymaster again begged for funds for services rendered. There was no way I was willing to go into more debt just to keep my spymaster happy, but I still kept her on in the court regardless.
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It would be another month of humming and harring before my spymaster decided that her position in my kingdom was no longer tenable, subsequently taking up a role in Carrick.
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I appointed a new spymaster - Ioulanda De Forez, who was married to one of my relatives...hoping that would make her more loyal to my court.
Within about three weeks, the Aland regiment led by Thibault arrived in Finland on March 13. That very same day that landfall was made, they began the long march towards Satakunta.

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Meanwhile, back in the capital my army commanders presented me with a new weapon that would be used to win this war...they had dubbed it the medium crossbow. On April 1, the morale of the army who had fled to Osterbotten was at an all time high. The time was right to march back into Satakunta and fight those pagans.
A local fair was held in Moray the next day, where we celebrated the impending victory of our armies in Scandinavia, for Thibault's army had just arrived in Satakunta.

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Thibault's army was routing the pagans, and by April 13, I had received word of my marshall's great feats.

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It had been only one fortnight since Thibault and his men made landfall, and they had already beaten the pagans on the field. Thus began our siege on the high chief's fort.
Within a week, on April 21 my army which was on way from Osterbotten also landed in Satakunta, helping with the siege that my Marshall had begun.
Two days later, the high chief's men approached us waving the flags of a truce. For peace, the high chief was willing to give us thirty three ducats. Naturally, I refused the peace agreement and informed Satakunta that the siege would continue.
Unfortunately, my vassals who had joined the war were not so compliant, the County of Mar striking a deal netting thirty three ducats for peace on April 28. And, the Duchy of Lothian taking up the same peace deal on May 4.

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It would not be until the thirteenth of May, over ten months since the war began that Satakunta would fall to my kingdom's armies.

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The next day, the high chief of Satakunta really had no choice and had to cede his lands to me so he could live another second. With peace upon the kingdom once more, my armies were sent home and the realm's treasury was 775 ducats in debt.
I decided as the month came to a close that my daughter, Ashild would be raised by nannies in the court. I also offered vassalisation to the Duke of Ostergotland, for his wife was Tiziana, who was of my dynasty. Unfortunately, the offer was refused almost as quickly as it was made.
On my twenty-fifth birthday, I decided to celebrate not only the fact I had become a quarter of a century old on July 21, but that in Argyll only days earlier our men were being trained how to use the warhammer. After four days of feasting, I made Helvis Loarn, my aunt's great granddaughter the new Countess of Satakunta.
By the end of August, I had become good friends with the new Count of Ross, Arnoul who was proving a much better noble than his older brother was.
I received word at the start of October, that this year, takings at the fishery were very good, the profit leaving the kingdom only owing 559 ducats.

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Meanwhile, in Satakunta, those silly pagans had seen an omen in the sky and feared their safety. They were half right, as in time their beliefs would be their undoing, so I chided them for it.

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By November, another child in my dynasty had come of age. Gormflaeth, who was Helvis' sister I had lined up to marry Cadwaladr O'Neill, who was currently third in line to the Count of Tir Eoghain, in the Kingdom of Ireland. It wasn't until November 23 that the proposal was approved.
During which time, I decided that my son Tore would be raised by a local noble, who yet I had not decided, and chained leather would become part of the uniform for soldiers in Fife.
 
Yes, do raze Helsinki
 
Shetland ponies, Orcs and Galloway...

Six days into the new year and already my spymaster has already fallen ill. I still decided to keep her in my court.

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By the twentieth day of January, the treasury was still four hundred and forty four ducats in debt. In a bout of selfishness, I decided to tax the realm harshly. The revenue brought in was so phenomenal that even after paying off our debts, there was still over nineteen hundred ducats left.
As March began, there was the usual gathering of the court. My chancellor informed me that the Duchy of Orkney, which lay directly north of Scotland had declared independence from Norway. A war against Orkney would no longer involve having to tussle with the might of Norway. The marshall assured me that our armies fresh from victory would have no trouble dispatching of the Duke's forces. Although I had no claims to the title Duke of Orkney, I was a claimant to all the lands that he possessed, namely the counties of Orkney and Shetland. Both claims to the lands were made by my father over twenty years ago. My steward informed me that a possible war was affordable, but suggested I cut scutage down to keep my vassals in check. With two thousand and twenty five ducats now in our coffers, I could afford to be generous and dropped the monthly scutage from one and a fifth ducats to two-fifths of a ducat.
A fortnight after that meeting, I claimed to be the rightful Duke of Orkney. This action seemed to increase my bonds of friendship with Arnoul.
On April 5, it was time to prepare for war with Duchy of Orkney. I raised my army in Moray, and march towards Caithness, where we would ship out to Orkney from. It took almost a month before my army and I reached the outskirts of Sutherland, but onto Caithness we continued.
On June 5, after two months of marching we finally arrived in Caithness. The honourable thing to do would be to declare war before setting sail for Orkney. And that's exactly what I did. After war was declared, our men got on the ships post-haste, and it was a relatively cheap journey, costing a mere forty five ducats in transport fees.
The very next week, my younger sister Ada finished her schooling and was rumoured to be a flamboyant schemer.

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As August drew to a close, messengers from the Pope, who had still not revoked my excommunication pleaded with me to make a truce with the Duke of Orkney. If Rome would not respect me, I would not listen to them. I sent their messengers back to Rome empty-handed.

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It wasn't until September 5 that my army made landfall in Orkney, and just over a fortnight of warring before we claimed victory in the battle of Orkney. Four days into the siege of Orkney and the Duke offered peace, ceding us the County of Shetland. I declined his peace offer, for I would settle for nothing less than all his lands.

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One month and a day since we made landfall in Orkney, and we had put it under Scottish control. The very next day on October 7, the victorious army shipped out to Shetland for a miserly sum of only sixty four ducats.

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I thought only the sailing to Shetland would be my only concern until the new year, but I was wrong. The Duke of Galloway was unhappy with expansion north for my realm and declared war on me. The moment I had received word of the impending war with Galloway, I raised armies in both Fife and Lothian. The Lothian army led by Thibault, my marshal headed towards the county of Galloway, via Berwick, meanwhile the Fife army headed there via Carrick.
 
Peace in the realm...but for how long?

On the very first day of January 1140, I decided to respect and prestige my steward for his faithful service. By the next week, Thibault and his men had arrived in Berwick to engage Galloway's army in battle. It wouldn't be until the eighteenth before my Fife regiment arrived in Carrick to do the same.

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After almost a fortnight of battle, Thibault's army was victorious at the battle of Berwick. His army continued onto Galloway. The tide was turning against Galloway's forces, and he offered a truce as the month came to a head. He would yield his claim on Angus county, and hand over a whole ten ducats. As his messengers read out the truce arrangements, I could not help myself from breaking into a bout of laughter. After calming myself down a tad, I said to the messenger,
You tell your master that as long as he claims to be a noble, war will prevail between us.
and sent him packing.

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Three days later, the Fife regiment had won the battle of Carrick, and continued onto Galloway. With the Duke of Galloway's vassal armies defeated we only had his own army to fight. On February 6, my army made landfall in Shetland and thus began the first battle of Shetland.

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Within ten days, we had defeated the Duke of Orkney's men and now the siege had begun. Little did we know that the Duke had organized another army to make landfall in a matter of days. We now had to defend our position in Shetland.
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Finally, on February 28, the second battle of Shetland was over and we were victorious. That same day, the Duke of Orkney had granted to his son Ruprecht the county of Shetland. Now I was in complete control of all of Orkney's lands, namely just Orkney...and had no business needing my army in Shetland. I still felt however, that Shetland should be part of the realm...and declared war on the new Count of Shetland. The siege of Shetland had begun.

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Finally, on the tenth of march, the combined forces of both the Fife regiment and Thibault's army had achieved victory in the battle of Galloway, and began the siege on his fort.

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Just a week later, my army had liberated Shetland and it was now under Scottish control.

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Four days after that, on March 22, Galloway was now also under Scottish control. I was now in a position to push the best peace deal for the kingdom in all three war fronts. After letting my adversaries sweat out another three days, I handed them the terms of peace. One by one, all three nobles signed away their nobility.

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The disloyal Duke of Galloway would lose all his titles and claims, with the Duchy and Count of Galloway becoming part of Scotland proper.

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The newly appointed Count of Shetland would lose his title and claims, Shetland becoming part of the realm.

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The deceitful Duke of Orkney would also lose all his titles and claims, the Duchy and Count of Orkney also becoming part of Scotland proper.

As the month came to a close, my victorious armies went home. It was also brought to my attention that both Archbishops of Canterbury and Lothian seemed to be unhappy with the way the kingdom was being managed.
On April 2, I granted the county of Galloway to Duncan Loarn, my younger brother. NB: Duncan Loarn (1117- ), is the son of Maelsnechtan Loarn (1048-1122) and Aleta Av Munso (1095 – 1127).
Two days later, I granted Centule Loarn, the Count of Faereyar the newly acquired county of Shetland.

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A week later, to improve the horrible world wide reputation of my realm, I eventually relinquished my claim on the Western Isles. To further enhance my worldly reputation, I decided to parcel out some of Scotland proper. The Count of Orkney was granted to Centule, himself now having the title Grand Count of Faereyar, Shetland and Orkney. Donald, the Count of Mar became the new Count of Angus.
As we headed towards May, I appointed two new dukes of the realm. From April 29, Centule Loarn the Grand Count of Faereyar, Shetland and Orkney would now be known as the Duke of Orkney. Donald Loarn, Count of Mar and Angus would known as the Duke of Albany.

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On April 30, I appointed Andrew of Atholl to the position of the new marshall of Scotland. I decided to reward Thibault for his sterling work as marshall during the past wars and made him the new Count of Aland.

These small moves seemed to improve my world reputation a little, but not enough. So, on the ninth of May, Drago the Bishop of Berwick was appointed Archbishop of Argyll. Not only that, the new Count of Galloway, Duncan Loarn I made the new Duke of Galloway. To hopefully also increase the loyalty of my church vassals – the archbishops of Lothian, Argyll and Canterbury, I've increased the donations to the church to seven ducats per month, which is a sixth of revenue.

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Unfortunately, my southern archbishopric was still unhappy being a vassal to a king frowned upon in Rome, and on June 11 declared war. I rallied my men in Lothian, gaining almost two and a half thousand loyal countryman who would be led by my new marshall, Andrew into battle. But first, they would have to set sail for the shores of Kent, with it costing fifty ducats to send them south. According to the chancellor, the maintenance of our Canterbury expedition would completely blow the monthly budget, but not overly put the kingdom into debt. In fact, the war would only make the realm lose about the same amount that was being donated to the church every month.
On July 10, I received some exciting and somewhat expected news that my beautiful wife Kristina was again with child.

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Although I was still at war with the Archbishop of Canterbury, it did not seem to effect the relations I enjoyed with my northern archbishoprics. Messengers from Lothian informed me that the archbishop was pleased with the laws I had enacted.

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Disaster strikes in October, with a huge fire destroying the fishery in Moray, which provided much needed tax revenue. At the beginning of the next month, I immediately signed the decree that a new fishing wharf be built post-haste so that the taxes could keep coming in.
On November 11, Andrew and his men made landfall in Kent. There was no battle to be fought, as Canterbury's men had already left on ships to attack Scotland proper and were still at sea. Andrew and his men began the siege of Kent.

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A few days later, a friend of mine nicely decided to help me out with the war effort, discreetly leaving a hundred ducats as they left the court.
On November 21, the traitorous archbishop of Canterbury offered a white peace of sorts. We would no longer be at war, but he would no longer be a vassal of Scotland. I was not willing to make that sort of a deal – those ducal lands had become part of my realm a mere eight years ago and I wanted them to be part of my kingdom for the foreseeable future.

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Sixteen days into December and Kent was now completely overrun by Scottish forces. Andrew had made a suitable addition to the court as our new marshall.

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The next day I offered peace to Pancrazio Loarn, the Archbishop of Canterbury. Since he was still family I decided to let him keep his titles as the Archbishop of Canterbury and Bishop of Kent, however he would have to relinquish his claims on the titles that I held. Not only that, he would also have to re-swear his fealty to my crown. Archbishop Pancrazio thanked the Lord that clearer heads had prevailed and accepted the peace arrangement.
I could only hope that perhaps the new year would be a little quieter.
 
WEEEEEEE!!!!!! Vacation. I have a fall holiday, and my computer shuts down when I open the internet.:mad:
 
Anniversaries and shenanigans...

As 1141 began, it was soon time to send my regiment that was still in Kent back home – they disbanded on January 2. Ashild was growing up and I sent her off to the court to continue her education.
On April 15, I was blessed with another daughter who would be named Finnguala. My courtiers inform me in May that the fishery in Strathclyde made a huge loss in the last year. As a goodwill gesture I funneled some money the fisherman's way to help out.

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On the seventh day of the seventh month, my wandering eye spotted a damsel who was the young daughter of one of my vassals. I decided to have some fun, hoping the wife would be none the wiser.
As August began, the fishing wharf in Moray was built. Later on in the month, Helvis Loarn, the Countess of Satakunta dies (1103 - 1141). Her title passed to her father, Thibault Loarn (1084-), who was already the Count of Aland.

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Kristina, my wife was smarter than I gave her credit for and two months after my dalliance had one of her own. I confronted her about it, and found out that she definitely knew about my earlier transgression.

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We seemed to be heading for a falling out of sorts, but I decided for the good of the kingdom it would be best to make up with Kristina. The renewed partnership was a good omen, with my spymaster recovering from her illness a mere fortnight afterward.

On January 11, 1142 I started a construction frenzy in the lands with a forestry signed off for Argyll, Windmills for Strathclyde and an extensive road network in Lothian.

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Unfortunately with all that money being spent on infrastructure, the toll collectors had become corrupt and were taking more than their share of taxes. So, on the third day of March, the construction of a court of justice in my capital began.
On April 21, Thibault Loarn the Count of Aland and Satakunta died (1084 - 1142). Guy Loarn (1102 -), who had no titles inherited Thibault's.

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On July 11, my first son Murdoch had finished his education...sages suspected that in time he would be a warmonger.
By August 15, the treasury had enough money that a second court of justice could start being built. This time it would be in Fife.
On September 1 began the twentieth year of my reign as King of Scotland. By the second week of November, my wife Kristina was again with child. That same week the forestry in Argyll had been completed.
As the year drew to a close, I sent my son Tore off to train in the army.
It would not be long before on January 25 of the new year that the use of war hammer in warfare had spread to the lands of Atholl. Later that week, I had sent Finnguala off to be trained by a local noble.
On March 11, the windmills in Strathclyde were finished. I decreed that now a civilian harbour should also be built there a mere few days after seeing the completed mills.

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On March 17, my spymaster resigned from court, taking up a new role as Spymaster in the Bishopric of Lothian.

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Subsequently that very day, Eschina Dunkeld (1087-) became the new spymaster. Eschina was the daughter of David Dunkeld (1069- 1116), son of Maelmuire Dunkeld (1035 - 1105) who was the youngest brother of Malcolm III.
On the first week of May, my very first court of justice was completed in Moray. By June, the knowledge of how to make a wind-wheel had spread to Fife.
On July 21, I celebrated my thirtieth birthday. My new son Malcolm was born the very next day.

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To commemorate the treble joy of my thirtieth birthday, twenty years as King and having another heir to the throne, I held a great tournament on the twelfth of September.

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Five days later, my son Gilleroth had finished his education and had become a chauvinist.
On September 25, my Kristina was again with child.
The second court of justice, which was being built in Fife was ready on October 15. It wouldn't be until November 2 that there would be enough money in the treasury to begin windmill construction for the area.
As the month finished, the theory of positional combat in fighting had spread to the army training grounds in Fife.
 
I must say, youre a good writer.
 
I just started playing CK as a Duke of Moray and I'm having very interesting game. One of my goals was becoming the king of Scotland which I have now achieved. I'll definitely look into this one as my timetable yields, and see how you manage the dynasty of the Loarns.

Interesting in my game was that Maelesnechtan was poisoned when he was under 30 years old. Then his son made a suicide, appareantly because his wife was spending too much time with other man in the court, and he ruled only few years. If I remember correctly Maelesnechtans grandson ruled from the age of 6 to around his twenties and he died also and without heirs. Then Angus Loarn, as far as I can remember Maelesnechtans sons cousin from Scotlands court became a duke. Angus was the one who then succesfully won the war against Scotland and was crowned to King of Scotland. It would have been an interesting AAR if I had realized to do one.
 
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Married once more in 1144...
The new year of 1144 had arrived and my younger sister Ada Loarn (1123-) was still unmarried. At only twenty-one she was one of the few unmarried ladies still in the Scottish court. She had been friends with a certain Scotsman for some time, Daefydd Meriadoc (1127-). Daefydd was also unmarried...it was the logical conclusion that they be wed. Daefydd was the son of Duncan Meriadoc (1106-) and Dyddgu von Chiemgau (1105-) and even though his parents were of noble birth, the Meriadoc clan had no titles. On January 25, the wedding was held.

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I invited all my vassal rulers to the event, but found that the Count of Satakunta had failed to appear. For his insolence, I plotted with my spymaster and my more loyal vassals and by January 29 had a claim on his land. In time he would rue his disobedience.
It was not long before the cold mists of February mornings had arrived and much of the day was spent in court waiting for warmer weather outside. February 22 was different – it was time to bid the former diocese bishop a fond farewell. He had previously advised me that he felt his abilities were not being fully utilised in my kingdom and Rome was calling him. Even though I was still excommunicated and at odds with Rome, I could not hold him from his calling and accepted his resignation. Aubrey MacDuff was appointed as the new diocese bishop.
Not even two months in the job, Diocese Bishop Aubrey died on April 3. Speaking with my brother-in-law, young Daefydd, he told me that long ago his father was trained in the monastry and probably could take on the role as the new diocese bishop. After much cajoling, Duncan Meriadoc was now the diocese bishop.
After the appointment of Duncan, the time seemed right for a voyage to our friends down south. Arriving around the start of May, all seemed well in the French kingdom. Little did I know how mistaken I was, for France were readying themselves for war. The sound of marching soldiers could be heard in the capital, and the king was dressed in his full battle gear. On the tenth we received advance warning that indeed France would be at war within the week. I was woken with a start by one of my pages at sun-up the very next day – France and the Duchy of Dauphine had declared war on the Bishopric of Chalons. According to all accounts, the bishopric bordered the traditional lands of the Dauphine and was by rights owned by the Dauphine. With France being our ally, I was inclined to agree with this interpretation of ownership and on the next day a signed and royal sealed scroll advised the Bishopric of Chalons that they also were at war with Scotland.
With an impending war underway, it was prudent to set sail back home to ready for war.

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I'd only been home for a fortnight when on June 21 my wife Kristina died while trying to give birth to another heir to the kingdom.

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After two days of mourning, I finally appointed a new steward, Dyddgu von Chiemgau who was Daefydd's mother. At the rate I was going my whole higher court would soon be the Meriadoc clan...

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Although my wife had passed on, the honourable thing for a king is to have a queen. We had been allies with France for some time and it even beginning to show in the courts, with some of our vassals having Frankish court members. In Caithness, a young Adelinde de Normandie seemed well suited to become my new queen, not only that she was quite good with money.

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As I was the King, it was a fait accompli that my vassal would approve the marriage of myself to one of his subjects. I took a duty for the royal marriage which helped to add a whopping four hundred ducats to the treasury.

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On July 1 I appointed my new wife to the position of steward.

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Shortly after, the burghers of Lothian had held a meeting and decided to ask the King for a seat on their local council. I granted the burghers their seat. On July 11, the extensive road network through Lothian was finished. Since the burghers of Lothian now had a say in local affairs, I thought it might be useful to have a royal post in Lothian, and subsequently signed a decree with construction beginning in four days.

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On July 16, my daughter Gruoch finished her schooling, but had grown up to be quite a stubborn young lady. Perhaps in time she may prove hard to secure a husband for.


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Orabilia Dunkeld was appointed my new spymaster on September 19.​

Ten days afterward, on September 29, I received word from our allies in France that the war was over and the Bishopric of Chalons defeated. There would be no need to raise an army after all.
By mid October, the civilian harbour for Strathclyde was finished.
In the first week of December, to continue with connecting my kingdom together I had organised for the construction of an extensive road network in Strathclyde.