You decide against any edicts or budgetary decisions.
1194 AD, Spring
True to their word, the dwarves (from Zasitost), fetch you several wagons of silver which, as your Treasurer computed, indeed equal a yearly output of Methiantese silver mines.
The dwarves are given a stamped letter in which you acknowledge their fulfilment of the deal, and the dwarves leave without further ado.
Few days later a grand procession of Cydwyllian nobles arrive, along with your new wife, Wihemina!
The girl is pretty, you have to admit. Unlike most of northerners, her hair is black, and she has a bright skin, steel-blue eyes and it wouldn't be a lie if you said her breasts are one of largest you have seen so far in your short life.
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The ceremony proceeds without incident, fortunately.
Later that night, Wihemina wears down your loins because of what she coerced you to do - experimental with about thirty-some, rather taxing yet, strangely satisfactory performances from this 'Book of Pleasure' she has taken from her mother's library (and the book demanded participation from various body parts, from nipples to toes!). By the time you call for truce, the sun is already up and shining down upon the Empire with all its glory.
Her parents leave a week later, your father stays to watch over you a while longer.
1194 AD, Mid-Spring
The report presented by the Quartermaster of the Army is a great worry on your mind; apparently, he has been writing down a general report on the Army's doing and it seems that your soldiers aren't what they're used to be. Sure, Methiantese Army is still the best Army - at least in the minds of its own officers! Training regimen was lax as of late, new recruits unruly and stubborn, and budgetary concerns of the officers was mostly food, capes, fancy hats and other provisions rather than sharp steel and sturdy armor.
You decide to...
A) Fire the Quartermaster, he is belitting the name of our great Army!
B) I cannot let this low standard of Army to prevail - it's time for a shake-up!