April, Year 1
The people are both surprised and annoyed to see you back - they thought that you were Morfeo were gone for good, and some of them even contemplated to throw a mini-party just for the sake of it. You were obviously unhappy about it, and thought about revenge. After all you were the only one who own a horse and a sword, and slaughtering them is a piece of cake even for your poor skills.
Unfortunately, there is only so much that you can do, and you need manpower. Killing your own subjects isn't going to make much sense here. In addition, they are actually indifferent towards you, while Morfeo the beggar and the heretic spirit-talker is a nuisance to life in the marsh.
Anyway, you think that you will have nothing to do with the natives for the moment. You don't have an army, and they have the means to poke a few holes in your skin, and you think that as long as you leave them alone they are not going to hurt you, anyway.
You decide that the best way to go forward from here, is to unite the independent settlers into a coherent entity, and perhaps to form some form of half-militia-half-farmer organization. However, perhaps not surprisingly, most of the people do not listen to someone who is still struggling in adapting to live in the marsh. The lack of external threats also contribute to the lack of interest. In fact, rumors about you being brainwashed by Morfeo for the devil is already circulating.
You also decreed that wanderers in the area were to be sent to you to farm the land, and while there is no opposition to this, for the whole month not even a single soul accepted the offer. There were only a few outsiders venturing in for the month, and even so most are only in transit.
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Being desperate to do something, you turned to Arrigo for advice. He said nothing, and gave you a strange kind of herb for you to eat. You felt soothed and went asleep.
You woke up, and found yourself sitting on the head seat in the ballroom a magnificent castle. You were dressed in the most vivid coloured clothes possible, and found some very exotic food in front of you. You heard people referring to you as "His Majesty", and spewing all kinds of word of praise on you.
What are you going to do from here, King Dominic?
Curse bad rolls.