Chapter XXVI
Pronoia, Elysium
April 26th, 1840
King Georgios, second of his name, was elated. He was nineteen, adult, in charge of his country. His once regent, a dear friend by now, was his Prime Minister, and doing well.
But he was not elated because of being adult. Not even because of the imminent wedding to Theodora. No, he was elated because things were going to plan.
After the civil war was won in April 1834, he had still been a minor, having a voice, but barely, in public affairs. He had agreed with his regent that commercialized agriculture was a good choice for law change, as it had helped the economy boom even more. But it was boring. Economy was a tool.
Sure, in 1834 the economy was good, at 41.6 million ducats. Sure, when commercialized agriculture had been started to be voted on, less than a year later, it had been at 56.5 million ducats. Sure, in mid 1837 it had been a whooping 65 million ducats.
Economy was a means to a goal. His goal. A goal to make Elysium strong. A hegemon. A hegemon lead by him. So he had demanded Nordhafsvedr to submit to him, giving Elysium control over the Hudson Bay. Stupidly, the advisors had told him that they would be able to invade with the navy. Forgetting that the stupid navy could not enter due to ice. They had been sufficiently punished.
But he knew how to earn respect. So, he had demanded Vinland to let him enter. They did not agree. Who cared? He had a mighty, battle-hardened army and the entire HRE on his side. He had the upper hand. Sure, they had the North Sea Empire on theirs, but they were weak, a power with their glory days in the past.
So, the war happened. His army fought. His navy. His allies. And Nordhafsvedr had fallen. As had Vinland. Stupidly, he couldn’t just demand Vinland to submit too. Stupid diplomatic rules. They would fall, later. He swore it.
April 26th, 1840
King Georgios, second of his name, was elated. He was nineteen, adult, in charge of his country. His once regent, a dear friend by now, was his Prime Minister, and doing well.
But he was not elated because of being adult. Not even because of the imminent wedding to Theodora. No, he was elated because things were going to plan.

After the civil war was won in April 1834, he had still been a minor, having a voice, but barely, in public affairs. He had agreed with his regent that commercialized agriculture was a good choice for law change, as it had helped the economy boom even more. But it was boring. Economy was a tool.


Sure, in 1834 the economy was good, at 41.6 million ducats. Sure, when commercialized agriculture had been started to be voted on, less than a year later, it had been at 56.5 million ducats. Sure, in mid 1837 it had been a whooping 65 million ducats.

Economy was a means to a goal. His goal. A goal to make Elysium strong. A hegemon. A hegemon lead by him. So he had demanded Nordhafsvedr to submit to him, giving Elysium control over the Hudson Bay. Stupidly, the advisors had told him that they would be able to invade with the navy. Forgetting that the stupid navy could not enter due to ice. They had been sufficiently punished.


But he knew how to earn respect. So, he had demanded Vinland to let him enter. They did not agree. Who cared? He had a mighty, battle-hardened army and the entire HRE on his side. He had the upper hand. Sure, they had the North Sea Empire on theirs, but they were weak, a power with their glory days in the past.

So, the war happened. His army fought. His navy. His allies. And Nordhafsvedr had fallen. As had Vinland. Stupidly, he couldn’t just demand Vinland to submit too. Stupid diplomatic rules. They would fall, later. He swore it.

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