Zayed of Dongola, Part 1
Hi, I am Zayed of Dongola. The recently-legitimised half-brother of Georgios of Dongola, ex-King of Nubia. I say ex-King, because he and his wife Syragia committed suicide. Leaving my sorry behind as King of Nubia. I never expected it, so I never really bothered to apply myself in school. After all, I never expected to become more than a minor provincial baron.
I am 19 years old, and my entire life I have been referred to as bland in both skill and personality.
The first thing I did after becoming King of Nubia was to marry. Luckily, one of my courtiers, the 20-year-old Amira of Nobatae was unwed, and agreed to my proposal. She, too, is pretty useless, but this is Nubia, a tiny country surrounded by heathen Muslims, so I'll take what I can get.
With the wedding money I got for marrying Amira, I declared myself Prince of Aswan.
Oh, this is my working court. I think I got rather lucky with my Chancellor and Steward. Pity they are rediculously old, though.
Halfway through April, I have 18 Gold and a declaration of war. Honestly, the al-Murabitids are practically the other side of the world away.
In June, it came to my attention that the people of Aswan still practiced the Moslem faith, so of course I had to slaughter them.
I then gave full power in Aswan to the clergy. That'll sort them out in no time, for sure.
I attempt to create an alliance with my neighbour al-Mustansir, but he rejected me. I suppose I'm not much use to a King with such a large demense.
In July Chancellor Nada and Steward Elisabetha came to me with an argument. I told them to suck it up and keep away from each others stuff. Chancellor Nada seemed to become a bit haughty afterwards.
Solving problems between courtiers obviously got Amira hot under the collar, because in August she informed me that she was pregnant.
In October Chancellor Nada and Steward Elisabetha were fighting again. I told Nada she was a selfish cow and to stop fighting over Elisabetha's things. Nada declared Elisabetha as her arch-nemesis.
On New Years Eve, 1067, I recieved news that the Emirate of El-Arish had declared war on me. I ignored it. After all, the al-Murabitids *still* hadn't arrived in Nubia and they declared war on me in April!
El-Arish declined my peace proposal. Well, eff you, then.
The Shiekdom of Tripolitana declared war on me. Honestly, I get no love.
The Vangarian Guard offered their services, but 1 - they aren't Nubian, 2 - I have 24 Gold to my name, and 3 - I just plain don't trust a company calling themselves "vangarian". It sounds like a disease.
Tripolitana and El-Arish reject my peace proposal.
I decided to have my Spy-Master have his people infiltrate the El-Arish army and destroy it. They sank off the coast of Nubia county.
Apparently I was at war with the Shiek of Mallorca. My advisors suggested I use a diplomatic overture called the "Grigor Defence". Shiek Ayyub accepted immediately. I shall have to pen a letter of thanks to this county "Suenik", I believe it is called, for having come up with such an idea.
Amira bore me a daughter on May 17th, 1068. We have named her Anthelia. A strong Nubian name, even if I do keep mis-pronouncing it as "Ant-hell-ia".
I am 21 Gold in debt by June, and the state of my realm has started deteriorating.
